Some plastering works were yet to be done. There were no doors and windows yet. A skeleton of sorts. “Call the beneficiary of this PMAY house”, I asked the block officials. A man limped forward from nowhere. He had locomotive disability and used a bamboo stick. “The mason has been delaying the works and money problem”, he clarified with a smile.
He had no family and was living alone in the adjacent hut. He knew handicraft. Inside his house, I saw bee-boxes. He was also trying to cultivate Mushrooms. Inspite of all his problems, he only knew opportunities. As I stood there, next to him, I questioned myself. Why do we, the haves, complaint at all. Sigh. Let’s learn from this guy. And yeah, let’s get this house done.
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