As I looked on from the bus window at the traffic junction my eyes trailed the man in his brown uniform, wearing a brown cap, like the one Nehru ji use to wear. He was a sweeper. The man appeared to be so very engrossed in his work. His wife I am guessing waited with the trolley to collect the garbage. I had never yet seen a sweeper working this hard, that too at his age.
He cleaned, between the dividers, every nook and corner of the dust filled and garbage attracting pathways, He picked wrappers and got and as much dust as he could off the road. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
To be bogged down by poverty and still care about clean roads especially when no one was going to find out if he had done the job, is certainly not something one sees every day. He personified integrity to me. This man is going to be a part of my inspiration list.