@fandala's thread

Small mobile fruit stalls are an integral part of our city's alleys and bike markets. You can see fresh fruits arranged on large platters on red plastic trays for the road. These familiar images are very familiar and a living moment in our lives.

It is a familiar scene to see. A simple hardworking fruit seller sits at the footpath's chowki. He wears a blue shirt. His face hides a story of being loved in the blood and fighting for a living. To maintain his livelihood, he wants to decorate his stall every day and show his own personality.

The main thing in his small mobile shop is ripe and nutritious papaya. Ripe yellow and green papayas are beautifully arranged around the platter. Fresh pineapples are arranged in a basket with papayas. The fruits themselves are quite good, fresh and revealing. To provide within the reach of the common people, such seasonal fruits are highly preferred at the crossroads of the market.

This environment on the edge of the common is always quite busy. Rickshaws and vehicles are taking over during the long days. Many paths can be seen moving pedestrians and seekers. Sometimes, as a result of stopping in ordinary clothes, some stop to bargain, while others return to their desired fruit destination with a few buttons. These small ones fight to save the strength of our rural economy and the paved sidewalks.

People earn their livelihood every day, ignoring the sun and rain. I am a family living here on this sweaty hard work. The shop outside this small place on the road is not just a business, it is a real document of the lives of the common people around us. In the crowd of busy city machinery, these familiar faces and this struggle for life of hawkers seems to come to our lives as a story of the struggle for truth.