The World is Burning

I saw a man today, selling coconuts on a cycle. He might have been in his late 40s but I can’t be sure. He was carrying the load precariously balanced on an old cycle, he was in tattered clothes and barefoot. I looked at him and wondered – for how long had he been doing this? how much would he earn at the end of the day? does he save anything? how much toll does it take on his body? what happens when he falls sick and can’t go out? surely he has a family, how do they get by? does he have aspirat...