The Daily Chore

I was traveling on my way back from office in the MRTS thinking deeply about my office project. Worried and irritated as usual. I heard a voice singing in the distance and the sound was slowly increasing. Pch! the usual set of people who beg for alms in the train by singing songs. And the voice came near me and i simply gave a stare.
It was an old woman singing some unknown song and her partner scoring the music. Her hands and face were lepered. It was really shocking.

I was in my eighth standard when i started traveling in electric train to school from Mambalam to Nungambakkam. Every day i used to see people begging for alms by singing songs, some being lepers and others being blind.
Today i was shocked to see her because it was the same woman whom i saw eleven years back. She has been doing the same thing for eleven years (or even more) begging for alms by singing songs. The only advancement is that she now uses a microphone and a small speaker that she carries in a wired bag.
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Daily i complain that i toil the whole day and wish to have a more interesting life. I guess most of us are like that. After looking at her, does my complaints sell anymore? I am still thinking............................