And yet, there are simpler people who also live in rich spaces. And he usually has a friend sitting with him. Chatting. Or a customer with his, her cycle.
I always wonder. When ones livlihood space does not even have a roof, what does it mean on rainy days. No food those days ?
He welcomed he with his cheery smile. Adjusted my cycle pump which also I had taken along and made it work. Repaired the puncture.
I asked him if he would overhaul my cycle one day. He said that was not needed, the bearings were good. And if I gave it to him for a day, he would wash it with kerosene oil and clean out all the rust stains. That that would do.
I promised to bring it on a day I didn't need it.
For this 1/2 hour work, he charged only 30/-.
The economies of this land. Designed to maintain the poor in their poverty, and me in my privilege.
How much longer ...
I called an auto as I was running very late. The auto driver said 50/- for the 2 km distance to the busstop. I got in.
It was the standard rate. The 'fair' rate. After which one may make a magnanimous tip.
This rate that would maintain him in his poverty, and me in my privilege. That would keep the class divisions unchallenged.