Yesterday afternoon I visited the local Crosswords book shop and spent time browsing through some amazing books.
I was so enjoying my Sunday me time that I hardly realized how the day had turned to late evening as I stepped out. 
Walking down an aisle of steps my eyes fell on a very poignant sight. There was this little boy with a little basket, sitting by a busy street selling the very colorful & delicious Java/blackplum called Jamun in India.

He looked no older than 6 or 7 years. But there he was confidently telling me a price. I went near him, to pick up some myself, but realized his entire basket was really ripe and ready. I watched how he had a little steel glass by which he measured and gave me the quantity I asked for. 

I watched his tiny hands at work and I thought  to myself this little  boy should be holding a book to read or write and here was this child ,selling fruits.

I struck a little conversation asking him if he goes to school, he said the last few years there has been no school, although he likes to study but now he is helping him family this way and this is fun too! There was something in the way he said it, that my heart warmed up to him.

Yes he is right, the school of life has a lesson for each of us at every turn.
If we choose to see it so.

Although fate has ordained his life to be so in this now, I blessed him silently from my heart for a better life in time.
I salute the little  boy’s budding entrepreneurial spirit.

💙🙏💙

Savvy