Came across a very serious, rather unfortunate side of a man today. A silent, mostly ignored, honest and a humble hard worker. Have seen him getting lost in his thoughts so many times, staring into the empty spaces, for long, and then all of a sudden as if he remembers he is still alive, comes back to the real world and then gets back to his work.
A victim of a well planned and listed out assault that crushed all that he had. Forced to leave the homeland, uprooted from his own house, deprived of all that he had made for himself from all his life’s hard work, gone in one day, left to be wondering for the rest of his life, “what the hell was my fault.”
And trust me, such strong emotions is not even his nature. Very calmly he narrated me the whole incident. One sentence each. One tragedy in each. One major loss in each. 20 buffalos butchered. 400 poultry dead. House crushed to rambles. Family left tortured, tormented and totally scared to even share what they had experienced. And there are many such people around us. Many such families who are struggling to make their ends meet, for absolutely no fault of theirs.
Reason? One man’s power, few deadly sins and a lot of greed and non-rational thinking.
“None of us drink tea at home,” he said. Not coz they hate it, coz they cannot afford milk anymore. “ I came to Ahmedabad coz I was left with nothing else,” was his last sentence before he put his thin brown frames on his dull, expressionless eyes and got back to work.
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