Thanks to my car being hospitalized for a skin rash last week, I was at the mercy of the friendly neighborhood rickshaw for commuting to office. :P
I usually avoid rickshaws like plague (overcharging and driver arrogance being some of the reasons), but sometimes it can be a boon in disguise. ;)
So there I was, put-putting along and blissfully looking out. This is a luxury I can ill afford when I drive to office. Now I could observe people engaged in everyday activity; opening shutters, vending eatables, riding bikes to school, getting ready for work, cleaning/sweeping and the likes. *sigh* We lead such interesting lives.
There was one sight though, that I would not have missed for the world. Along the stretch of a straight road lies a school. It was one of the first few days since schools had reopened. As I passed this school, I could see tiny tots being helped down from rickshaws, being dropped by parents….some had anxiety writ large in their faces, some were sobbing, others had a ‘new-opportunity-for–mischief’ look. There was one little girl who caught my attention. She had a polar bear for a school bag and she was hugging it with all her might. The teddy was almost as big as she was. She simply loved the attention she was getting because of the bear but was also apprehensive that someone might take it away. Perhaps it was a preferred toy and she was comforted with the fact that she could have a warm teddy to hug at school, if not Mummy. Her sparkling eyes tinged with excitement for the beginning of a new adventure were very captivating.
That image remained with me for the rest of the day!