“I have been a traveling barber for the last 50 years. Back then, in my hometown Warangal, salons and parlors didn’t exist. We did haircuts in exchange for groceries and vegetables instead of money. That alone would suffice to run the house. Can you imagine doing the same in today’s scenario?
Every morning at 6, without fail, I go around with my kit. If anyone needs a shave or a haircut, I set up my “stall” right there. In my younger days, I usually accompanied my father when he worked on the streets. I remember my fear when I looked at all the blades and knives lying around. My father convinced me to take this up and move ahead. The elders in my family also encouraged me to learn this skill, as they wanted me to continue their tradition.
I have lost blood and sweat in securing a future for my children. As a father, I believe in them and gave up everything for their wellbeing and education. Today, they have set up a salon of their own. Alas, my struggle wasn’t futile, after all!
I am 62 years old now. My sons want me to retire, but I love to work and be independent. Besides my life as a traditional barber here, I enjoy spending time in my hometown.
I plan to do this until the last day of my life. At least I’d be known as the old man who died doing what he loved the most.”
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