The Curd Seller

We struggle to exist and want to make our living comfortable by our livelihood, no matter how it is. A few of us work hard, which sometimes makes me emotional about their lives. One of those is the street hawkers selling their goods all season, regardless of rain, heat, and natural disasters. They are bound to come out to the way to earn for the day.

I live in a rural area where street hawkers often pass my house shouting to sell their wares. In the high heat of summer, when everything seems to be still and quiet, a curd seller often passes my door, calling out in a hoarse voice. Despite his efforts, no one seems to respond to him, and his voice fades away into the distance. While his curd provides temporary relief from the heat, it's a massive struggle for the curd seller to find an oasis in the desert of his life. He could use his cold curd, but life was not so easy for him. The cold curd is for others, although he bears the load of all the curd and is exhausted, but that curd is for others, not for him. This is life.