One person from each house in our neighbourhood gets up early to keep the garbage out. So the trash is just kept out, without any knowledge of it’s journey henceforth. Cause who cares where your pencil shavings go and how. Who cares where your tea bags vanish once you are done with your tea.
But lives of some people around us, do depend on the garbage we dont care about. Their job is to collect, sort and dispatch garbage. For them the wheelbarrows with identification numbers painted on them are like their briefcases. And like once in a while, we like to change the things we carry and change the way we look, these carts are given a fresh coat of paint, and gleaming numbers.
While they bask in the sun on this very bright day, it does bring a cheer looking at these carts waiting to dry. Well, they didnt say “yellow yellow dirty fellow” for no reason.
the dirty fellows :: © 2010 Sriparna Ghosh