A man, who is barely in early sixties and doesn't know his identity, is found in the heart of Thimphu city working to a family. When
I come in the morning to catch the bus in city bus stand I see him tirelessly
working and washing the dishes. Even in the evening when I come back to city
busy parking I see the same face with same posture standing and washing away
the dishes. He has been taken care by one of the family for more than a decade
and in return he has to work to the family who owes a shop from dawn to dusk. He is a hero who has neither appeared in
television nor in papers but today I would like to present him on my blog with abundant
pride infront of all my fellow bloggers and readers.
The city bus stand is a place where all the people
gathers and goes to their respective destination. With many people coming to
the place, I see people taunting and laughing at him as physically he appears
like bushman and he is short at his height. Even though he is dumb, he responds
with a boundless smile to those people who derris him.
When I was waiting for the bus I saw him working with
full devotion. For a while I even forgot to blink as I was deeply in his pure
aesthetic work. I tried to call him with various names but I was denied by his
silence overriding his concentration to his work.After sometime my bus came and
I was forced to sit in the city bus because if I wait outside I will not get
the seats to sit. I rushed inside the bus like never before but my mind was still
on him. From the bus through the glass I watched him working and expecting a
zealous look from him but no matter how much I looked at him there wasn't any
sigh from the man.
When I was about to move from that place, he looked
at me and gave me a weird smile and waved me off. I was in complete bliss and
ecstasy with his magnificent smile.
He is a hero who is unnoticed in this busy world and
he leads a good moral and I would like to salute him for his independence even
though dumb.
