Rickshaw Puller Picture Composition for Class 10 ICSE
Water’, ‘water everywhere but not a drop to drink.’ The squeamishness of city life fades away as we are surrounded by things that go beyond the natural human Life in Calcutta seems to move pretty smoothly for everyone till the rains end and make commuting hazardous.
The rains are the only time when vehicles lose their power of travelling at breath need and negotiating curves. The best mode of transport during this season is the cycle or hand-rickshaw. Believe it or not, in these trying times when everything is expensive and the schools need to shut down because of waterlogging and flood-like sile situations, the band-rickshawalla actually call it their season. They earn more than eight to ten times of their usual wages and some of them thank the rain pods for this bounty.
Arun a hand-rickshaw puller had been out of luck for many days. He didn’t help to make enough money for there was much competition on his route. He was a native of Calcutta but he always found that people from outside came and dominated the rickshaw pulling trade. They would settle for much less and youngsters hardly thought about wages and the labour involved.
They came from poor villages and seemed to be satisfied with the little they had. They didn’t have families to support either were they anxious about living quarters. Arun needed the money and he thought that things were getting tough.
Although it had rained and the roads were flooded, he wasn’t getting proper customers. At the corner of the road, he saw a lady stranded. He was in no mood of helping her. She looked poor with an umbrella and a worried look. He offered to help her. She had left her home and was going to meet her son. When the auto driver dislodged her from his vehicle she could not wade the flooded waters.
Arun forgot about his poverty and allowed this lady to sit in his rickshaw. She said she would pay but he didn’t really believe her. It took him more than an hour to take her through the flooded water to her son’s house. There the family waited anxiously for their mother. They tried all means of communication but couldn’t find her. On seeing his mother arrive, the young boy and his family were extremely happy. Arun did not expect anything but the delighted son gave him a five-hundred rupee note with tears in his eyes and seemed to be most grateful and that day Arun realized ‘God sees and rewards.
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