I saw him today, after a long time. I first saw him may be more than a decade back. I was in 10th standard then and a regular traveler in suburban trains.
He used to sell pop corns. He is handicapped, no right hand. With the handicap, he used to run around the platform and compartments, trying to sell his pop corn, which he sold for 50 paise apiece.
Now he sells water packets, costing 1 rupee each. He hasn’t changed. The same level of enthusiasm, running around… Of the 15 minutes I was observing him, he was hardly idle for a second.
Despite being a handicapped, he chooses to earn his living like any other person, there was no sign of weariness on his face, no losing of patience when no one in the bus-stand bought what he sold. He kept on trying, hoping he will finish his quota and make his ends meet.
A thing or two to learn.
1 comment:
Very keen observation,man.In fact these people are the real heros.With no resources,no hope,they manage theire life,struggling throug out.In fact,theres a lot ,they can teach us,we become so restless on just little discomfort.
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