Story of a 'beggars SON' (GET ready to be DAZZLED!)

There lived a beggar with his son. On 22nd January, the beggar died, leaving no will to his 6 year old son. The boy never cried. Even on 22nd January, he did not cry. He possessed the art of enjoying and living his life, as heredity from his father.
He did not stop traveling, even after 22nd January. He didn't know what's life and what's death. But he knows to enjoy the life without any money. His day started off at 6:00 am. He left his non-possessive bedroom exactly at 6:15 am, without any alarm. He took a quick bath and ran into the town, in search of breakfast. He played and played and played, till he felt the rats in the stomach, and again started running towards some ?'annadathas'. Sometimes he slept during the afternoons, and mostly, he invented and discovered his surroundings.
At 5:00 am, he started his travail into the unknown places, with his unknown friends. He observed everything. Around 7:30 pm, he started his search for a temple. Generally he found it within next one hour and completed his dinner around 10:30 pm. He then started searching for his sleep-place. He loved sleeping inside the bus shelters with his anonymous friends. Sometimes he slept alone on the road side. Tough there is no bed, no pillow, and no fan, he slept like a mad dog - he enjoyed the pureness and completeness of the sleep.
Sometimes he woke up at 4:30 am and started thinking about his previous night's dreams. His thoughts were highly logical. Though he never knew Freud or Einstein, he always thought like them. For him, days passed like minutes.
He still had many things to think, do and experiment with. He never knew what's youth and what's death. He always experimented with his life.
ON 23RD JANUARY THE BOY DIED. Even then he didn't cry or stop his travel!