The Cart of Life
If life, we come across people who teach us a lot by merely existing in this world. They might not be a crucial part of our everyday routine, but if we pay heed to what they unintentionally teach us, I'm sure we'd be enriched for life. The most important lessons in my life have been taught by people who are less privileged than I am. Those are people in the streets and on footpaths. Every time my mind wanders around thinking 'life's not fair', 'nothing's in place' or 'why does this always happen to me?', I'm drawn to these invisible men on the roads. Frankly, I never have to go too far to be smacked in the face with the disparities of life.
From the woman who sells bangles and rubber bands in the local train to the uncle who prepares snacks and sleeps on the footpath, I see life changing faces. Faces that aren't pretty, blissful or comforting but gloomy, frightful and weak in front of their fate. Uncle is one of my favourites. He is the regular face of life, who is slow, steady, an everyday routine that wishes to end but can't. He tucks his vending cart, sleeping beside it like a mother protects her tender baby at night. Gets up to check if all's fine, if the chain is in place, the lamp turned off and then, he dozes off again. A mother's love towards her offspring is so similar to uncle's undying love for that cart which he cleans diligently with all his might as soon as he wakes up in the morning. He gives it all to the cart of his life. .
Has the same routine everyday, yet every time I see him, I learn a thing or new in addition to the ones I did last time. We never realise what people go through to fend for themselves, because humans never express gloom to the degree they rejoice in public. The realisation of uncle's struggles and pitiable state cajoles me the moment I see him laying his bed on the footpath. He separates the remnants of the day from the unused packets. Filled with waste, he takes the bin to empty it out into a bigger space. In between, he sips a cup of tea, eats biscuits and chats with a vendor at the tea stall about inflation, his kids, ailing wife, rising discomfort, how life is so tough but carrying on is 👇🏽
Sangla valley | Himachal Pradesh
Post the monsoons, Sangla valley blooms with ogla fields (a locally grown grain), flowers and apples spreading an array of colours. With the snow capped mountains in the backdrop, Sangla valley definitely seems like God’s own valley.
Sangla I Kinnaur
Photo Credits - @abhishek_deopurkar (Abhishek Deopurkar)
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Guru Purab di lakh lakh vadhaiyaan! 🙏🏽❤️ Wishing everyone love and prosperity.
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