The next time you’re in a public place — a coffeehouse, a park, a store — observe the people around you. Pick a person, a couple, or a group, and imagine what their lives might be like.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us IMAGINE.
I’ve often imagined what other people’s life must be like. Most often, I think about all the poor people (and I mean really poor because I live in India) I see in the streets. Sometimes, it’s a little girl selling flowers to people who’re waiting at the red light. I wonder how her life must be, with the excellent law and order in the city. I wonder if she’s got a home to go to, or the flyover is the roof above her head. Does she live with her parents or is she an orphan?
Once it was a kid washing dishes at a hotel. I wondered how he had the patience to bear with that kind of life. It’s not just the fact that he was working hard and being paid very little. It’s that people who did no real work and were no good to anyone at all, except being pests for the populace, had all the luxuries at their disposal. And the oppression of the former at the latter’s hand must really be the cherry on the cake for this poor guy.
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