Yesterday I had
my evening snacks (which is a dinner for me :P) in a nearby dosa shop. The shop
was across the street and to my opposite, there was a temple. Painters were
painting the temple in varied colours. Flower vendors were patiently putting
string of flowers together. Numerous people were passing on to their ways. Some
were bowing down in reverence while crossing the temple. A kid was playing with
coin weighing machine. A mother was pushing her baby into a pram on an evening
stroll. At the cross road, an auto rickshaw driver was waiting for his next
ride. A fruit stall vendor was lost into
a deep thought. A frail lady was juicing sugarcane. A cart was selling fried
snacks. As I was savouring the dosa, a
lady passed the shop accompanied by two blind persons asking for contribution
to the blind people. An old lady was begging on a roadside. A cobbler was mending shoes in his iron boxed stall.
While I was just
being a spectator of the evening, it reminded me something which isn’t new but
forgotten. It’s not only me but many (although not everyone) who forgets how
grateful our lives are for being cared & loved in a safe environment, given
good education, physically capable to be independent, able to earn a decent
living and able to enjoy the day on our defined terms with our loved ones.
It’s not that I
am comparing with not so privileged ones or being unresponsive but want to
leave you with a thought that each one of us is privileged in some or the other
way. It just depends which glasses have you chosen to put on. One has all the
reasons to be grateful for what she/he has and in this way, you are not only
brightening up your life but radiating a much needed positivity for a happy
world.
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