The sole flag holder

My yog class has been shifted to morning 0715 to 0800 hrs. The ground outside has one old man who comes wearing long khakhi shorts. He belongs to the RSS. He sweeps the ground at seven am. Then puts a flag post on the tripod. There is no flag. He salutes the imaginary flag and says his anthen/ prayers. He stands in attention and puts his palm facing downwards near his chest and says a few things. The voice is now a mere whisper. The body is frail but erect. He is alone doing this routine every single day. No one even bothers to look at him he carries on day after day even during the heavy rains. Sometimes with the downpour and the winds,his flag post falls down ,but he says all his prayers, songs, anthem with an umbrella in his hand. when I see him, I see an era gone by. I feel sad that his comrades are no more with him or may be they are there with him in spirit. Why else would he come day after day to do this ? To keep their memories alive or to keep himself alive with their memories ?
By seven forty five he comes and keeps the flag post in the corner of the yog class.