My faith in humanity is restored whenever I see sights like these.
In the crowded Hauz Khas market, a retired army officer has seen to it that nobody goes thirsty in this sweltering heat. The terracotta urns look clean and inviting and the gradient colors of the ladles add to the brightness of the place.
While I was standing there a young mother came with her infant and gratefully filled her glass with clean water for the baby and herself.
A fruit vendor keeps an eye on these and told me that water is filled from the main house and countless people stop by with gratitude.
Inspired by one of the shares here, I too started keeping some bottles of cool, fresh water to distribute at crossings. The look of happiness on the face of the recipient is priceless! Someone who is on the road for hours without much by way of shelter or food and under the merciless sun can benefit so much from a bottle of clean drinking water… 😊
‘Dignity’ is such a beautiful word.
It is an inherent quality of grace that some people have, no matter what work they do…the work doesn’t give it to them, they impart it, from their being, onto the work they are doing.
I chanced upon and started a conversation with a charming lady taking care of toilets in Fortis Hospital.
She was standing on the counter and wiping the upper reaches of the mirror. I greeted her and complimented her on her attention to detail, to which she replied, with a smile,
“This job gives me food, it keeps my family satisfied, so I should give it my best..”
Closeted in a space full of toilets, cleaning our careless mess and with a heart full of gratitude… !
What struck me most was just how neatly she was dressed. Her hair tied in a bun, lipstick and kaajal in place, a beautiful smile of greeting that actually reached her eyes!
The toilet was her domain, keeping it clean, her sole purpose. Her job was a reflection of her and she wasn’t ready to let herself down!
Zen and the Art of Living Life 😊