A ROOMFUL OF TOYS.

She was in the shop, amidst all the toys any little child would want, (yours truly too !) she had a frown on her pretty face, and all the cajoling and pampering could not make her happy...the little girls mother was literally down on her knees  trying to convince her that the pretty doll together with the huge doll house was good, but she would not relent.

She just did not seem to be happy with that room full of toys !
I picked my purchase and headed straight on to the road. The sight, I witnessed on my way home, was the stark opposite of what I saw.

A mother, sitting beneath the tree with her little boy, If my guess is right around the same age.. the little boy was playing with a broken toy probably given to him  and he seemed to be having loads of fun with it, around him was his dirtied bat and a deflated ball, still he seemed to be having a blast and all under his tired mothers watchful eyes, who occasionally shouted endearing words to the little boy.
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I tried to think ...maybe the little girl all she wanted was her mothers attention in a negative or positive manner, whatever, but she had them fixed to her for the few minutes, maybe that was her way.

On the other hand the little fellow had all the love and attention any child could dream of.
Are we compensating our kids with materialistic good? so much that they find a way to get to our hearts ?

MUMBAI ...TRULY THE CITY OF DREAMS

He is my regular fruit vendor, and has been since the past twenty odd years,  I have seen him grow from a single basket of apples and bananas to an array of exotic fruit in the past so many years.

His journey as I have mentally documented it is hard work equals success....nothing in between, maybe the odd corrupt cop and an irrational customer, besides that nothin...just nothing..

The husband wife  make a wonderful team, that most of us educated species can learn from.
They begin their work very early  morning, for most of us we have a luxurious two to three hours to wake up. They begin by  placing the picture of their God between the baskets, sweeping the place and setting up the fruit baskets, which most of the times the wife has procured from the wholesale market and is now offloading it from the tempo.Asked him why does his wife go and not him? the wife quickly replied that he sleeps at around 02/0230 am in the morning handling the various business transactions and hence .....

An hour or two later, and which time our eyes are beginning to open  they are well into the business, the ladies who go to the temple are always buying the fruits.
He has a huge brood, and has happily settled his daughters, of which he speaks with a sparkle in his eyes, surely any father would be proud

His sons two of them one is almost a Chartered Accountant and the other a Mechanical Engineer.His wife is continuously wiping and polishing the fruits the pears, the apples, the peaches, the dragon fruit, correcting him in between our conversations.

The best part about him is his positivity, the gratitude and the compassion and kindness he shows the odd beggar who stretches his hand towards his fruit...

My heart sings a song for Him and His wife as I wish him a happy day...
Knowing that he and his wife have made it in the city of dreams ....Mumbai and nothing equals hard work...