“Yes I’m handicapped but not dead I will work till my body and health allow me to. I sit at the back-end of my shop because I don’t want people to see my disability and then buy things out of pity, I may earn less but after all it’s my hard earned money and not a result of sympathy.
There are people around me who sell cigarettes and pan masala to everyone even to school going children and below 18, I never do that. Many a time I feel someone is below 18.
I ask for their id cards and then they go to another shop and I’m happy for not earning that money. I would have become a beggar if I would have thought I’m a handicapped.
I don’t think about the parts of my body I don’t have I look at the parts I have and how much they can work and I guess they are enough for my survival. Finally after all these years I have concluded that I am not disabled rather I am differently abled.
I may not be normal but that’s not my weakness or I don’t cry on it and letting me more down. After all who am I to question fate. I am just like every normal person who is facing difficulties but still working for the survival or to become something.
Love talking to such positive people when I’m on assignments. He sits opposite to block N in Connaught place.”
Submitted By – Rahul Saharan
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