The Man (in a mocking way) : These poor people have a nasty smell. I just hate their poverty stricken body odour.. yack!

I (in my silent mind) : This is the smell of the Reality. This is the smell of the struggle. We are unfortunate that 'this nasty' smell do not come from us. Because our mind become so 'nasty' from which the smell doesn't come out. Our rotten mind do not emit the smell. Their 'poverty stricken' odour is far more better than our superficial odour. We use expensive perfumes to hide our rotten mind.

That Man passed by. I stood alone with my inherent thoughts. Many people insulted those bread earners in different manners. But just ask yourself- who are we? Are we not the 'bread earners'?

I will not say that Death erases all the class distinction. The Life will prove that We all are same. If they are the poor bread earners, then we are too.

Change your perspective then automatically your life will be changed.
© TRIK