Like every other day, I get into my car and I step on my accelerator.
Drive to work, the same route, the same bad traffic, the same traffic lights. All known too well. But today, while I was in queue to start moving, I saw a push cart, with country’s flag on it.
It had a few boxes on it, and not too far away – a man sleeping on the grass, under a small tree. This is on a very very busy road, approximately about 50 cars pass by in the span of 5 minutes.
How little do I have, or rather, how much do I have.