And came the unsung
hero. Not much haste and not much noise, he was composed, as all heroes are.
Clad in his three-wheeled chariot, with his one, his only, leg tapping for a
song beat, he was here with an organic smile. He runs a tea shop, all in his
vehicle. He works all day through to battle out his poverty, to quench the
thirst of his younger sister, to feed his school-going brother, and to heal his
mom's sore throat. But how does it make
him special? In fact it doesn't. It's all about his attitude. How do
you define his character? How do you want to be if you're in his shoes, err
shoe? I am sure i can't be him, but I wished to at least throw away my fake plastic smiles and accept life as it comes.
