he photo was taken almost a year ago when I took my bicycle for its monthly overhaul to a nearby shop. After describing the overhauling details as I wanted it to be carried out, my gaze fell upon the hands of the mechanic.
Though just a gaze, I went into a trance. I sat down and went silent until the numerous call-outs by him brought me back to reality. A hard life, little compensation for the work they did, yet all of them had a smile on their face. Broken chappals and sweaty palms yet they offered me tea and biscuits. That’s the simplicity of life. Unaware of things that are out of their control and things, material that doesn’t matter, because this life is but an entrance from a door in a room, walk to the end of that room, and then an exit!