He sat there, unmoved by the rush of trains at Jamshedpur’s Tatanagar station. His craft lay at his feet, silent like him. His rustic look kept him company long after the train had left.
Our eyes met. His stare was vacant, words few.
But his hands had already spoken. In the carved stone pieces laid before him—each smoothed, shaped, and made to tell a tale. Stories etched in silence, held in the weight of his craft.
Some speak with words. Others let their hands do the talking.
A new year dawns, carrying new hopes, new possibilities. But for something new to emerge, something old must go.
What are you holding onto so tightly that it’s keeping you from transforming? What would change if you let it go?
Go ahead, ask yourself. Reflect. Release. Make space for the new.
Happy New Year! Here’s to happy times and new beginnings. Good luck meeting a new you—same time, next year.
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Waiting for work.
Hand carts. They are an indelible part of every large train station in India. How must it be wake up in the morning and pull yourself together to go and pull carts. With other people’s bag?
Reality can bite. Numbing imagination and making routines the boundary of possible.
But in looking at it this way, I am making a flaw. Of imagining a paucity happiness in pulling carts. After all all of us pull carts. Our own carts. Sometimes with our bags and at other times, with other people’s bags.
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