Biker and the Beggar
was a day of fleeting sun and more clouds with a slight spell
of rain thrown. I could only watch the rain from the air conditioned
dome of office. Could not even open the windows. It made me
wonder why we take so much trouble to barricade ourselves
in and call it progress and technology.
Wouldn't all those people who stare at their PC's all day
long just long to throw open the windows and breathe in life
passing by and to catch the kiss of the rain as it goes by?
driving home, there was a slowdown in traffic. In the middle
of the road was a beggar, just asleep... or drunk...
I don't which. But as I passed him all I could think of was
how did I land here and he there? How
the flash of a second, things could change -
the beggar can replace the biker and the biker can turn into
the beggar. In India I think these things hit you more
Smitha Murthy, India; picture: Dorothee Lang, Germany)