essay on walking down on a street in our society
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There is a lot of space here to walk on, isn’t there? The pavement is yours; you can swing your arms and walk fast. See, there are others doing that as well; and there is that old man with a walking-stick who can’t swing his arms, but at least now he can walk as briskly as he is able to. Later in the day, this pavement will be chock-a-block with people and he will risk bumping into others and falling.
Neither will we be as comfortable as we are now. There will be a sea of people around, but that is not the only reason why the pavement will seem much narrower than it is. There will an endless line of hawkers taking up positions on either side, and the sea will flow in the passage in between. It will flow in two directions at the same time—up and down—skirting the customers lined up before the hawkers selling clothes, curios, magazines, calendars and a hundred knick-knacks.
I have brought you out at the only time you can breathe in some fresh air. The first cars and buses have already come out on the streets. Another two hours and you will be breathing poison!
How innocent the city seems now, waking up from its sleep. There is a freshness on people’s faces as they greet the new day. It is strange how the buildings too look rested. Perhaps it has something to do with the slant and the softness of the sun’s rays at this time of the morning.
Here the pavement dwellers are folding up their makeshift beddings. Some are washing up at a tube well in a corner of the pavement. There is a stink as we pass them, but what fault is it of theirs? Blame society; blame the government!