he was like a dark shadow , slowly moving around that garden with a heavy tread , now found near the central small canopy under which the shagun ceremony was to take place , a few seconds later wandering back in to one of the corners as if ready to dissolve in to nothingness , and before long standing smack dab in the middle of the gathering absently gazing at the leftovers on the plates in one of the plastic crates , it was as if the deep unrest in his soul was taking him everywhere and nowhere at the same time .