It was late at night. The men and their machines came in a thunderous roar. Disturbing the tranquility of suburbia. Window panes cracked open, curtains slowly parted allowing querying eyes to witness the ruckus. Somewhere a baby wails from disturbed slumber. A feeling of uneasiness blanketed the once peaceful neighbourhood until...
..they saw that its only the contractors coming to mend and upgrade the roads in front of their homes.
While I was taking these pictures, an elderly Indian chap approached, I thought he was going to protest me taking pictures of them working. But as he got closer, it appears that all he wanted was some drinking water. He brought two empty mineral water bottles with him. His face and posture projected his weariness. I took the bottles away from him and gave it to my son to fill up. The bottles were returned full of warm water as we do not keep cold drinking water in the house (the kids are coughing and wheezing due to too much cold stuff...) and I apologise for that for I can imagine what pleasure it would be to quench one's thirst with ice cold water. He just gave a weary smile and walked back to his machine.
That sets me thinking, here is this man working late in the night to feed his family. I pray that his sons and daughters appreciates what he is doing. Oh, his wife too and hopefully she doesn't nag him too much on the household chores that doesn't get done when he is home for he deserves his break.