Tired but working hard for a living...

It was Pongal, the traditional harvest festival of Tamil Nadu when I went to watch the busy Kumbakonam Vegetable Market where the whole village converged to do their festive shopping. The market was bustling with activities, families coming to get the freshest of vegetables to make Pongal delicacies and the sellers sweating it out to make a living. I happened to exit from the rear entrance of the market to find this dilapidated little hotel in a hut serving hot coffee and dosa. I found this old man, sweating out in the heat of the tawa in front of him and making dosa for his customers. He was watching me photographing him and the look in his eyes told me that he had no idea why I was observing so curiously at his work. He continued to make dosa and was not bothered about me watching him. For him its just another day of hard work to keep him alive and make his needs met. I still don't know whether he is happy about what he does or whether he is cursing his fate that put him in these circumstances.

My journey continued but I still wish to go back to Kumbakonam once again to see him. May be have a dosa along with a hot cup of coffee and spend some time with him.