The poor continuing in the cycle of poverty

A homeless, poverty-stricken man sleeps on the overhead bridge.

He was exhausted, from pushing the fruit cart around the district with the blazing sun scorching his body. Before he fell asleep, he had passed the cart to his younger cousin, to continue the business. And as my guide and I sat on the floor, he rolled over and slept.

A couple of hours later, he was awake, energised and smiling. He thanked us for looking after him while he slept, and offered fruits. I spent my last remaining afternoon, in deep thoughts, remembering my own pain of being homeless. I know it too well...

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