WALKING ON SUNSHINE

A barefooted man was walking on sunshine today.
It's not a phenomenon.
It's not a revelation.
It's reality.
Of diminutive stature and slight build, his dark body clothed only in leftover fragments of a “lungi”, a loin cloth, he trudged an upward path lugging his pull-cart heaving with three large, visibly weighted sacks.
Driving past villages of rural east India, I am exposed to this and many more realities these days, realities which I conveniently put on the back burner of life.
And many of you don’t even have the opportunity.
It’s mid-day now. He will complete the task and return home with his pull-cart in a few hours to a family dinner comprising of rice and a vegetable. Fish, if he was fortunate at the lake while making his return journey.
All cooked in water from the same body where he, his family, his sheep, his cows bathe.
I think about evolution.
I think about life.
I see it.
Here.
You're walking on sunshine.
It's just not the same.