This municipal worker is heading home after a tiring day’s work in the heart of Manama’s financial district.
He is obviously not bothered by the hot summer sun beating down and the noisy traffic all around him as he walks briskly, possibly towards the waiting company transport and, hopefully, a hot, fresh meal.
It is workers like this one that toil throughout the day, come hail or shine, to make our lives more comfortable, cleaning the roads and clearing them of dirt and garbage, among others.
The best part is that I am yet to come across any such worker without a smile on his face and a look of contentment that seems to defy all logic.
They will always greet you with a smile, try to exchange a few pleasantries and wish you well before going on their way.
I see them all the time on traffic signals, sometimes very early in the morning and at times, late at night, sweeping away to make sure we are in a healthy environment.
Hat’s off to these dedicated souls!
I took these pictures this afternoon from my fourth floor kitchen window as I arrived home from work.
As the food heated, I wondered what these men might have had for lunch – or whether they would have eaten at all.
I also wondered why we forget how much hardships for some people, while others seemingly have life easy, with all the comforts that can be.
This even when we know our lives would be nowhere near what we consider normal, or comfortable – without these workers, who make sure that we live ours the way we want.
The weather’s not very hot as yet but the sun’s beating down at 30 degrees C. These brave men, however, carry on nevertheless, and will keep doing so, even as we sit comfortably in air-conditioned comfort, and enjoy a hearty meal.
But, the, reality momentarily dawns as we look out of the window – and realise there are others out there – and they, too, are human.
Today is Day One of my third year at blogging.
When I started in 2013, I had already made an unsuccessful attempt at a presence in cyberspace so I was not sure what it would be like a third time.
However, instead of writing, I started with pictures – to showcase my ‘alleged’ skills with the camera.
I also wrote at times but continued with photos and that’s how it continued.
Gradually, followers started coming in and ‘likers’ increased as well.
That gave me the confidence to keep going.
The attempt was to write or post something each day and I pretty much succeeded the first year.
Year Two was different and not as productive, even though I managed to keep somewhat of a pace.
As I step into Year Three, I thank all those who have followed my posts from around the globe, from places as far away as Zambia and Australia, or as ‘technically-remote’ as Afghanistan and Libya.
This is also a special Thank You to all those who like every post and those who comment fairly regularly, surely after reading it and appreciating.
This is also a Thank You to those who hit the ‘like’ button anyway. That makes me feel good as well.
I have over the last two years, close to 3,000 followers who I think look forward to my posts as much as I look forward to theirs.
The blogging community is a close knit one and we happen to know one another fairly well through our writings and pictures.
This is an ever-growing community that binds us together and strengthens global bonds.
May this tribe grow.