Once upon a time there lived a very very Thin man in the foots of the mighty mountains. Well, nobody had named the mountains and thus the people used to call it, just mountains. And another bizzare thing about the people was that they had no names. The chaos with regarding this was real and nobody bothered about it either. The man of our story, the Thin man was well known to everyone just by his physical status. They used to identify him with the word 'that very very Thin man'. This thin man used to eat so less that a normal man's one month food supplies seemed to be enough for Thin man to live an entire life. Everyone used to tease him, though he didn't care about them, he always looked like a lifeless, depressed cat's skeleton. Well nobody knew what he was doing to earn. It seemed that his late father's savings was enough for him to live a happy life.