It is dawn. Once again the same old life. Can anything be better than this?With a deep sigh, Chetan, rolled on his bed once again. From where he lay, he looked out to the window. What was pitch black a few hours ago, turned a little reddish. Dawn was setting in. Brilliant streaks if light spread across the sky like the shooting stars. Nothing made sense to him. For all he knew, he has to get up and go for his cleaning duties at the railway station.
No wonder, he did not like his job.
“If only I had a better job…”, he sighed once again. Looking at his bleak one room house, which he had rented for his family, he still wondered how good it might be if only he could do better at things. The pay was good, or just enough! What was still missing??
As usual, he reported at his duties, got on the trains, looking for any kind of crap, he could clean for the day. A black demon like plastic bag, hung heavily in his hands, while he unwillingly looked for any waste lying here and there.
One particular lady called him from behind.
“Bhaiyya! Take this too..”
She handed him over, some plastic box, all empty. He threw it in the bag and walked on. Another voice called him over. He held out his bag while she bustled along in her seat, trying to get all she could to hand it out to him. He moved on..when he heard her say something to him. Something, he stopped expecting since he joined this job. For a while, he couldnot believe what he heard was actually true.
“Thank you Bhaiyya! “, she repeated as she smiled at him. He froze.
“Is this actually true? Did someone actually say thank you to me??” He wondered. People never thanked him for doing this job. In the past 6 years or so, no one actually ever said anything to him. They termed as a cleaner. It seemed far more respectable to him rather than being called a “kachrawala”. No one actually bothered about him. Why would anyone? After all, he is just a cleaner of a railway train. Why would anyone bother if at all?
But, today something happened. Someone changed his perspective forever. He felt special. He felt disappointed too. It was the first time someone thanked him. It might be the last too.
“O Bhai, come here!”, screamed another voice. He walked on, reminiscing about the best thing that had happened in his life. Someone thanked him. His heart felt light. He was happy.
“May be no one ever will thank me. Doesn’t matter, though. I got the best thank you of my life. Can things be ever better”