The Street diary

Very often I keep noticing these two mothers sitting at the rushy foot path in the city's most crowded market, selling our locally grown vegetables and some tribal eatables.
I keep thinking I will definitely go and buy something from them instead of shopping in the City malls.
It keep striking my mind but at the end of my office hour when I happen to go down, they'd be on their return back home.
I made a point to buy something from them and interacted with them last noon.
I was told that they come from a far fetched place, hundreds of kilometer away from the city with their stuffs loaded baskets.
I saw that they do not carry any lunch box with them too, they sit no matter how long it takes to sell all their goods. What touched my heart was their generosity, they sell their heavy weighing cabbages with just twenty rupees per kilo.
I got three cabbages for twenty, you can just imagine how much their small baskets could carry and they are selling it off too cheaply.
With what heart would people bargain with them?
Still there are some so Uncle Scrooge type, who ask for ten rupees per kg.
Just imagine what great will we do with that bargained ten rupees from hardworking people like them?
In fact, its better to let them keep the change. For your extra rupees can help them cover their travel expense.
They may not be our mother, but having a heart for them will never cost you anything. Maybe someone else's mother: a hardworking mother, who will do anything to give the best to their children.
It left me with a thought: how well their children will be treating them? Are they helping them or are they even denying that this is what their mother do to never let them experience what they are into right now?
The mad world might have turned you wrong but you must always remember how great the sacrifices of your mother were, is and will be.