Powerful Words

Currently, I am in overpopulated, exotic India with my extended family, and well, one of the main vehicles used here for public transportation is an autorickshaw. One has to pay money to the driver to get to a particular location. My mother, grandma, sister, and I went to a mall by autorickshaw, and as awkward as this may sound, I actually learned the genuine colors of generosity, kindness, and beautiful human nature from my mom in that short safari to the mall. Usually, from my personal experience, India's general population do not treat autorickshaw drivers with equal respect and attitude as they treat hmm maybe someone who holds a high job position or someone who is attractive. This is because of solitary arrogance (autorikshaw drivers are relatively poor.) Nevertheless, as soon as my sister, mom, and I sat in the autorickshaw, waiting for my granny, my mother simply asked the driver about his day. She politely questioned him if whether we were his first ride, as it was late morning, and he carefully replied no; he stated that he started taking rides from early morning itself because riding an autorickshaw is the only way that he can survive and eat a decent amount of food to remain nourished. My mom then slightly smiled, murmuring that he was very conscientious. During the 10-15 minutes ride to the mall, my mom and grandmom were engaged in a conversation, and surprisingly, the autorickshaw driver pitched into the conversation with ease, saying one or two statements in relation to the conversation (saying that the mall is extremely crowded on Saturdays and Sundays, etc.) Additionally, my grandmom was discussing with my mom on how I loved autorickshaws so much when I was an infant since I loved the feeling of the breezy wind on my cheeks while the ride was in motion. She also talked about how I moved around in the autorickshaw with childhood joy, happiness from the heart in the smallest things. Afterwards, the autorickshaw driver unintentionally let out a light-hearted laugh. During the course of approximately a quarter of an hour, I assimilated so many beautiful qualities from both the driver and my mom. From my mom, I learned that starting a conversation with someone, even a stranger, can give you an opportunity to catch sincere traits. For instance, my mom learned that one should be hardworking to truly achieve their goals in life. And I absorbed hard work from the man, the driver, the whoever, the stranger!.... Now, while typing this, after approximately a few hours of riding the vehicle, I am more diligent in anything I do-important or not so significant... even if just a little bit :) 

"The limits of my language means the limits of my world."

-Ludwig Wittgenstein