He was accustomed to the condescension because he begged on the streets of Hangu. He would wake up in the morning from the slums and would start his toil -begging. That was his life.
He did have the conception of time, but different from the rest of humanity. He only knew sunrise and sunset. Hours, minutes and seconds have no utility for him and it seemed that it didn't exist to him.
It can't be implied that he was lonely, but for sure he was alone. He neither had friends nor enemies. If Aristotle was alive, he would have termed his beast.
He was skinny - very skinny. He had a long beard and long hair. He wore longboats and a piece of cloth that had covered him from head to toe.
His appearance intrigued me and I approached him. I asked him, what are you doing?
He looked at me and started walking away.