the cart man

Yesterday eve i saw a man in his late fifties desperately trying to pull a cart full of cement bags . There were around 8 -9 such bags and each of them weighing around 40-50 kgs. The road was very uneven full of craters making it hard for him. He had a rubber tube going around his shoulder and tied to the cart like thing. He was full of sweat running down his face. He was doing it for some 25-30 bugs. I tried to had a closer look on his face. You would have easily spotted various lines of worries on his forehead, Underlined by sweat. His eyes was still as if made of rock. They were trying desperately to control the feelings but you know its very difficult to do that. His sleeves were the witness of his hardwork. Everytime he would raise his one shoulder to wipe out the sweat and he would do this alternately. The rubber tube was making a permanent tattoo like thing on his sholder. His back had become red. As if the blood in his veins were just to blow out. Hands as tough as iron bars, face describing more than 'monalisa' painting and than ' the afghan girl' picture awarded as the best picture taken. First i thought of capturing that atrocity but then i thought it would cause disrespect to that man. My words cant describe what a picture can. But i have not seen any other face or creature with that awful mix of emotion. I just pushed his cart aiding him from behind. He greeted me with a little smile and i moved on. (marc)