What makes me so scared in this city?
There are innumerable reasons to fear: from the morning till i sleep, and even then... Fear of being cheated by the rickshaw wallah, the vegetable guy, the fruit seller, my land lord etc., fear of an accident, fear of being pick pocketed, assaulted, or maybe even raped...
And its not me alone i know. Every single person who has had to come to this city to eke out a living has to deal with an average of five fears every day. And unlike a phobia, these fears are very real. The morning newspaper provides you with ample proof that there is a real reason to fear...
So even the rickshaw wallah fears he will be fleeced by me, the girl in my hostel fears i'll eat her stuff from the fridge :) the fruit wallah fears his fruits will rot before he can sell them all, my landlords fear that I will vanish one day without having paid the rent. And it is difficult for each one of them to live in this city. Because it wants so much out of you... To live is so difficult because a good life comes at a very high cost here.
Wish it wasn't like that though... wish it was like i town i know, where everyone smiles and life is chilled out (in the real sense), where the other is not always your enemy who wants something OF you.
Maybe we can, in all our difficulties and struggles that we face, make a small interaction or exchange easier for another person... maybe resist the anger to scream at the auto guy when he refuses to go by the meter... maybe share my food with the girls in my hostel sometime... maybe try talking to my landlord why i cannot dole out rent and security all at one go... maybe... just a little better every time... I'm sure it would not be easy. But I'm hopeful that God would help and a little compassion would spread with a 'butterfly effect' :) to the whole of the city... ?
Do you think its possible?
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