Hey, don’t you have eye? Why did you step on my bed?
He was scolding to some pedestrians at the bridge of Howrah, Kolkata, when I first noticed him.
He said, this is my place, even if it’s roofless, it’s my home. I work in Shahi Briyani, one of the finest biryani-serving restaurants in Kolkata. My wage is just 350 rupees a day. I send 80% of my earning to my family. Can you see that girl over there? She my relative, she also lives on the bridge and at the other side of the road with her family. We have our dinner together. Early morning everyone has to rush for work. This is our routine.
I gave him a mosquito repellant, for me? he asked, yes, I nodded. Kolkata is one of the cities with largest number of slums. It seemed like how simple life they have, just work and come back to streets at night and again go back to work. Working to make sure that it’s just enough for the day rather for pleasure and comfort. It’s neither a concern about society, nor attachment with commodities. How beautiful it is to get inspiration from them for the practice of non-attachment, how beautiful our world would be if we only focused on work like Maksood. A homeless man gave a different perspective to my life.
(MD Maksood, 30, Kolkata)
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