Yesterday, while trudging the narrow street on my way to work, I noticed a portrait of a family. A father, pedalled with all his strength a worn out trisikad while his wife and his little boy were on board. Their "trisikad" was loaded with plastics and old recyclable materials while the wife was holding a big old umbrella to somehow protect her young boy from the scorching heat of the sun. I felt a sense of sympathy and somehow was thinking just how life might have simply goes on with this kind of portrait of a family.
In the back of my mind, I was tyring to compromise their very poor situation and thought instead that even if they are in such stricken poverty, they must be happy still being together thru the odds and evens of life. I actually saw the weary countenance of the father as he struggled to drive the "trisikad". But then somehow I felt relieved to have noticed that they have a way to go..because they seemed to be really binded with love. It's not their poor situation that filled me with much awe at all, but its the admiration I felt for the father trying to carry in his shoulder the responsibility of a family man no matter what happens. Might be sad somehow to have realized of how much can they go at the far end, what I mean is "survival"...but if their love for each other as family won't ever fade, I think they will be successful along with their faith in God in their pursuit of "happyness".