May last year,I had been home to see my parents,my family.One afternoon,when my daughter was fast asleep,I accompanied my brother on his bike to see one land property he was intending to purchase.Summers of Ahmedabad are well-known for their pestering conduct.Though I had worn a full sleeves cotton shirt paired with cotton trousers ,hands covered with soothing gloves and face covered with a smooth scarf to sheild myself from roasting heat,it was tough to live through the weather and I was cursing my choice of coming out in the afternoon.However, we survived to reach the destination and saw the property.
While coming back,I asked my brother to take me to some fruit-vegetable bazaar.When we were done with the shopping and heading to go home through that small market,I saw an old lady hauling the wooden pushcart(lorry) which was stacked with the earthen pots.I was in awe to see how could she,without a grumble,tread in open, beneath the heat hammering sky, pulling that heavy cart when on the other hand ,though being in much more comfort when compared to her ,I was largely carping about a lot. Bike was progressing on its lowest speed owing to the small market crowd; and due to my interest rousing in that poor lady, I was constantly studying her.My heart was taken aback when while moving my eyes from her top to toe, I noticed she was walking bare footed on the charcoal laid road which was more like a fire ramp podium.I could just not accept the pain on her part.I asked my brother to hurry up and take me to some shoe shop, to which he got perplexed and asked me why all of sudden I wanted a shoe shop.I requested him to zip his mouth and do what I told him.He thus kept moving further ,searching for the same,but being a small souk there was not a single shoe store.At last ,my discontent turned into glee when I we saw one road side vendor who was bearing slippers in his open cart.We stopped by his side and demanded for a pair of slippers.He inquired about the size to be given but I had no answer and I started looking back for that lady who by then had thankfully reached by our side.I told the vendor to look at her feet and give of that size.She saw me pointing towards her and stopped to ask me if I wanted to buy something from her.I denied of buying something and hesitatingly offered her the pair of slippers.She looked at me though in a shock and possibly some agony but said nothing.On reading her offended looks I tried to justify myself and told her that my act was just a gesture of help.She composed down and said she did not acknowledge anything given in sympathy as she was proficient of earning her own bread. She further told me that if I really wanted to help her, I should buy something from her.I felt helpless, although very helpless as I could neither succeed in aiding her with sleepers nor could I purchase the earthen pots from her as they were too large to be taken home on a bike.I could only manage to impart my apologies to her for not being able to buy anyhthing. All the way back home, I was merely assessing her , and deemed immense reverence for her self-worth attitude, confidence and integrity.
While coming back,I asked my brother to take me to some fruit-vegetable bazaar.When we were done with the shopping and heading to go home through that small market,I saw an old lady hauling the wooden pushcart(lorry) which was stacked with the earthen pots.I was in awe to see how could she,without a grumble,tread in open, beneath the heat hammering sky, pulling that heavy cart when on the other hand ,though being in much more comfort when compared to her ,I was largely carping about a lot. Bike was progressing on its lowest speed owing to the small market crowd; and due to my interest rousing in that poor lady, I was constantly studying her.My heart was taken aback when while moving my eyes from her top to toe, I noticed she was walking bare footed on the charcoal laid road which was more like a fire ramp podium.I could just not accept the pain on her part.I asked my brother to hurry up and take me to some shoe shop, to which he got perplexed and asked me why all of sudden I wanted a shoe shop.I requested him to zip his mouth and do what I told him.He thus kept moving further ,searching for the same,but being a small souk there was not a single shoe store.At last ,my discontent turned into glee when I we saw one road side vendor who was bearing slippers in his open cart.We stopped by his side and demanded for a pair of slippers.He inquired about the size to be given but I had no answer and I started looking back for that lady who by then had thankfully reached by our side.I told the vendor to look at her feet and give of that size.She saw me pointing towards her and stopped to ask me if I wanted to buy something from her.I denied of buying something and hesitatingly offered her the pair of slippers.She looked at me though in a shock and possibly some agony but said nothing.On reading her offended looks I tried to justify myself and told her that my act was just a gesture of help.She composed down and said she did not acknowledge anything given in sympathy as she was proficient of earning her own bread. She further told me that if I really wanted to help her, I should buy something from her.I felt helpless, although very helpless as I could neither succeed in aiding her with sleepers nor could I purchase the earthen pots from her as they were too large to be taken home on a bike.I could only manage to impart my apologies to her for not being able to buy anyhthing. All the way back home, I was merely assessing her , and deemed immense reverence for her self-worth attitude, confidence and integrity.
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