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A forced routine 2

4 years

We had gone to this place for bird photography on a winter morning. We saw this lady carrying a bundle of twigs from the mangrove region early in the morning. Curious to know we started walking with her and chatting. She was a daily wage labourer and had to do this a few times in the week before she left for work. She was actually collecting her fuel-wood stock for cooking. The beautiful weather did not mean a thing to her. Completing the task was on her priority so that she could resume work.