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The Tomato Man

Today as i was waiting for my vaccination turn to arrive outside the centre, seeing numerous vehicles passing by on the road. Mischarged by the heat and sleep deprived me was sitting in my car like a potato bag and cursing each and everything that had happend odd in my life since morning. only then i saw an old man trying to pull his cart full of tomatoes in the same scorching heat as me. Funnily enough, he was much more patient and calm than i was in my air conditioned car, 
Though he looked so fragile to me and my mental reflex action was to help him push the cart. while i was jugling with the thought i saw him suddenly stop, turn towards his right and fold his hands in a namastey fashion. just then my eyes caught attention of the temple right infront of me which i had happen to miss out on because of my beautiful air conditioned miseries!
At first i felt ashamed and then like a student, the student whose lesson was given to her by the tomato man. Just like me, there were several other people who passed by the temple without looking at it in a thankful way. Not even a hint of respect..just like how i decided to outlook it altogether.

The tomato man prayed while i chose to count on what was not great about this morning. I gave into this thought throughout the following day and realised Life is actually what we make of it. i could have chosen that very moment to think about the blessings of life but i went with the obvious...cringe!
Letting go of the happiness standing next to us is so easy when we blindfold our eyes with preconceived notions and judgements. 
Maybe just maybe the angle of 360 unprivileged degrees is necessary for all of us to one day have the courage and humanity to stop by that temple and provide a thankyou for whatever we have lived uptil now!

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