Treat the delivery man.

Here, things are different.lifestyles differ...even people, too...Simply question yourself how many of them are racing around here.99 out of 100 are acting in the same way.For that, we are willing to sacrifice everything, starting with slumber and family meals, particularly healthy ones.(I will explain it in the separate blog.), as well as health. Everything we use is not clean. Drinking chemically treated water, breathing contaminated air, and eating packaged veggies. Still, do we prepare our nutritious meals at home using these 50% unhealthy ingredients? Absolutely not. We are transitioning to 100% unhealthy food by swiping and clicking the food in under a minute, just like anything you want based on your money.I didn't think of the subject of unhealthy or fast cuisine here.The man who is bringing the food is the subject of this.

The majority of them believe they are the finest and most deserving and undervalue those with weak backgrounds or jobs of lower quality.

They might be employed by a clothing store.

perhaps operating a car

possibly a taxi driver

Possibly a Garbage collector

may work as a cobbler or as a delivery guy.

They gain less respect than a beggar. That's the fact. "Don't judge a book by its cover" .Don't assume that those individuals are significantly less intelligent or privileged than us. By assuming that most people look at them differently and regard them as such.They might have come here to assist because they won't receive the education that they need.They could be labor here if they wanted continuity in some field or may not be able to manage their income to support their family. They might perform that as a side work for that. Are all those items known to you?

Do you know how they attempt to deliver the food quickly despite all of that? That is unexpected. The most agonizing aspect will become apparent when we ride with them on a bike single day.

Order, please!

He's on his way...

In the midst of the traffic, yearning for a space both in his existence and the road...

That clear light...

Tears in his eyes and fears in his spirit.

The existence filled with many challenges.

One month ago. When I arrived at my apartment at 11 p.m., a guy was standing in front of it."I need to snap a picture of the food and upload it, sis, so please call the girl named pooja", he said, asking me to do so.Without some life,"I won't be get paid for that",he pleaasing me. He took the picture and smiled at me as I went inside and called her. At that moment, I saw the visage of the true god. That joy made me feel content.

It was within the same month on another day. Another guy brought the food to my roommate while expressing his concerns and questions to her. She listened and gave a supportive response.

Remember, I'm not asking you to solve all of their issues because everyone has their own way of living and is fighting for their life. The fact is, nobody requested you to carry out their duties. Try to treat everyone equally and with regard.90% are not illiterate. They are doing it due to a few problems. Don't mistreat them; obey. Pay them a gratuity if you can. Otherwise, say something kind, like "Thank you. "They smile and keep continuing the same after hearing that.

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