Traffic signal musings
As I stopped at the traffic signal, I glanced idly around. I could see a rush at the street juice stall. People were searching for an inch of shade. The bikers removed their helmets. The pillion riders were sweating out more.
The poor traffic cop was having the toughest time- battling the heat in his starched uniform day long. The dog ambled lazily, with its tongue out.
I sat in my little car comfortable for the aircon was on.
It hit me hard. How privileged I am... I may not have an Audi or BMW but I have a car and I am enjoying its cool confines.
So do many of us. Yet do we pause to reflect on our gifts? Do we think of reaching out to help the lesser privileged?
If you do not know how to do so then do visitwww.help2grow.org
The poor traffic cop was having the toughest time- battling the heat in his starched uniform day long. The dog ambled lazily, with its tongue out.
I sat in my little car comfortable for the aircon was on.
It hit me hard. How privileged I am... I may not have an Audi or BMW but I have a car and I am enjoying its cool confines.
So do many of us. Yet do we pause to reflect on our gifts? Do we think of reaching out to help the lesser privileged?
If you do not know how to do so then do visitwww.help2grow.org
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