Migration

Two tractors are lucky enough to meet in a traffic junctions for a long time.

T1: When did you come to Chennai? Have you manage to find out something for living?

T2: Six month back. But it is not permanent. My master was letting out his concrete mixer. I had to pull it to various place. But off late, my owner is losing his business to ready made concrete. Hence the machine is idle. What about you? 

T1: Mine is kind of permanent, I handle small water tankers. With more construction work, there is always some work always.

T2: Do you remember the good old days? We used to work for providing the very basic necessity of the mankind. Alas with poor support for farming and real estate villains, our masters had no other way. By the by what is your old master doing?

 T1: His son has graduated in engineering and is employed in an IT company. So he has sold his land to a real estate promoter and settled down in Chennai. What about yours?

 T2: His case is worse. He lost partly to a highway expansion, significant par to a special economic zone and the remaining in litigation by his relative. He is working in a vegetable shop.  

 T1: I feel sad. There is no work for us in the rural areas and members of our clan coming to the city has increased.

 Droooom. The two tractors continued their journey

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About kpsatish

Enjoy reading, walking and listening to carnatic music. Love to write with fountain pen and occassionaly water colour.
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