I went with my sister to buy some vegetables in my home town,Its a small town where the market is so small,old granny's have put their stall on the roadside itself.
An old patti whom I met and had a small talk today touched my heart like why I am complaining my life ,I am just 24 now.but she is 89.
Patti always put her stall in the morning by 6 and take it off by night 9 30.
2 days once she will go home which is located in another locality and she have to take a government bus to reach.
At night she sleep inside the roadside hotel with her patti colleagues when the hotel shutoff and she will get fresh up there itself itseem.
But she is happy,whoever comes to the stall,she with loving gesture call them
"vaa sami"
thats great right...
No mater where you are who you are don't complain..when you meet such Patti's give good gesture. they need love and care too like us.
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STRANGERS DO AFFECT
Non-FictionI have decided not to stop and most importantly not to give up on me..people,humans,and what and all names...thats what we got around us to mend our soul.To make us feel and affect...So why not...this...?!!!
