Ajay took the job because he could find no other work. He says he would not advise anyone to follow his example.
"There are only old men here now. There are no youngsters here."
"I even told my son not to join this profession as it is difficult to make a living on the streets now."
It is time for him to go home after another largely fruitless day.
As I walk away he shouts out: "Come and see me soon. I and my friends may not be here for much longer."
Welcome to ...
The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth.
Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
India's street typists: a vanishing breed
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment