Road: a struggle full life

Radhe Radhe to all of you

First I would like to introduce myself. I am a Lalit Swami from Rajasthan India and I am a travel photographer. Although I did not travel much, I did Bharman in the main districts of Rajasthan.

About a year ago I started traveling but I am still making a blog. I never wanted to become a blog because my vocabulary was very bad which prevented me from writing but I have been working on it for the last few months and today I have written my first blog

In my view, both a person living at home and a person living on a street have different standards of struggle in their lives. But I am from a middle class, so I know how much a middle class person struggles, but I never thought about the life of anyone else. This is what happened when I was going to Bikaner for some work on the way. Paused a little in Jhunjhunu. I had my camera in my hand and I was just doing my job without thinking anything. It was around 7 in the morning. Slow cold air was blowing. The rays of the sun hit my face, hitting the trees.

Then I saw a woman. Looked very weak. As if you are looking for someone. He had a child in his hand. Who was probably eating a chips to calm his morning hunger. Then I took a photo of her.

This woman stood here for a long time. May be waiting for a car or her husband. Now our bus was gone, but maybe now my mind was also gone. His life was beginning to be compared to his false pain story. Janha sometimes curses someone for his unemployment, sometimes accuses his family of worrying about tomorrow, and sometimes manages to befriend a rich friend.

Never ate food to meet his hobby, bought expensive clothes to look good, but never thought about how much debt the father would have.

Suddenly the horn of the bus was rung. Maybe now even a horn is ringing in my mind, which I will probably never forget in my life.

The rebote life

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