We are all the same

Last day on my way to central Avenue, to the typesetter, i spotted this store "Oxford Stationary" and there stood on the gate a character straight from Mulk raj Anand's "Coolie" A old man doing ardent toil to forge a little gain, saw some fasting men go forth on hurrying feet.

I looked at myself....

Unlike them i work at a University Press, wear polished boots, ironed clothes, carriees an american tourister bag but it was a epiphanic moment for me....

If u peeped in my soul you could see its battled with great grief and fears that borne the conflict of dream-shattering years, wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife....... I took away my gaze and got on the bus........
for this is life.

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