Vegetable vendor at Russel Market. Early in the morning , First ray of the sun fell on him from behind. A reflected glowing light from the tomatoes, garlics and onions created some kind of surreal effect on his face. Not enough to see it, not so less to hide it, may be it was just perfect as to hide his inner self. I can only imagine here. He may be in his late fifties. I wonder, his son or daughter might be as old as me and working somewhere or doing some business. He must retire from his job at this stage when his child would be earning enough to look him after. I don't really know the situation here. May be he does it because , his children are still searching for a job or do not earn money enough; may be he does it because he does not want to be on the mercy of his children for a living. Another moment of life, for a survive, for a better day.

While passing through this burial ground, today morning, I came across this man digging up soil for putting a coffin inside. I just stopped there for sometime, watched him speechlessly for near about 15 minutes. I was thinking about the situation and wondering what was there in his mind. I felt this job is not just a ordinary day-to-day soil digging, but something more difficult than this. It relates with something, kind of a end of life; and when you realize this fact, you need to convince yourself with this fact that you are also a part of it. And it become more difficult to do the job.

I don't know whether this person too quite thinks in this way, but I am sure about one thing that he does this job to earn a life for him and for his family; his spouse, his children. A different moment of life altogether.