This is Shafi Ulla, a knife sharpener vendor on bicycle. He is kind and jolly. He is 55 years old and working as knife sharpener from past 30 years. His origin is Andhra Pradesh, India. But he came Bangalore after his marriage in year 1988. He has 3 daughters and 2 sons all are in Andhra Pradesh at his home town. He was so found of his work. When I asked him how many knifes he sharps in a day.
He replied “nearly 100 knifes daily”. I again asked- “what is the price?”
Shafi replied – “Ten rupees. I earn almost 1000 rs daily. But not enough. When I came here I earned 2-3 aana ( 1/8th fraction of Indian rupee) daily. And I was doing fine. Ab paise me barkat nahi rahi (smiled).”
His smile has peace which he maintained with this life. I don’t know anyone close to me who has that magnificent smile.
She was very silent like dark night, no whisper, no sound. She was feeling everyone’s eyes on face. Her face started heating up, red like tomato. She wrapped her scarf around her neck, and pulled it up to hide her face. She relieved because no one can see her now. It’s hard for her to be visible for others.
When he left her, she was broken and drowned deep inside. She couldn’t hold anything to pull herself up.She doesn’t interested in being called by her name. That trust was so fragile, she couldn’t imagine.
How can one make statue of sand with the help of hammer and chisel. Life is like that only.
When you blame your friends and family; you probably don’t think about how you would have behaved if you were there. If you think about this simple social behaviorism , you may not blame anyone for anything. Because deep down we all are same.
मिलकर शब्द बने,
शब्द से वाक्य बने,
जब आखर अखरे,
जब शब्द बिखरे,
विष बुझे बाण बने,
फैला विष जब,
रहा ना अछूता,
हृदय था कोमल,
जला विष से ,