1 Picture 1 Story Week #94 - Story of the abondoned bullock cart

Hi friends,

I am Jyoti from India. I am happy to participate in the 94th week of 1 Picture 1 Story contest. organised by @suboohi in Steem For Pakistan community.

There is no one else in this picture; it is me an abondoned bullock cart. I have been lying idle like this for the last ten years. They told me that currently I have no job as a bullock cart. Now all the cars have come in different forms: motor vehicles, electric cars, SUVs, etc. All the people in our house travel in them now. They did not respect me at all.

Once upon a time, I was the only one who was considered very proud in this landlord's house. In this village, I was the only cart in the entire village. There were two big bulls to pull me. The landlords gave them almonds and cashew nuts every day to give them power. They would pull me and drive me. Then the landlord of this house and his family would travel in this cart. Apart from that, they would take me to buy all the things needed for this house as well as their agricultural purposes. There is no street in the nearby city that I do not know. All the streets are familiar to me; if you tell me once what you want to buy, I will go to that place and stop.

However, I have never killed people like the cars that are now, nor have I ever harmed anyone. I have never broken down like the vehicles that are now. I was so much more capable that I have carried more weight than the carts that are now. And I have not caused any harm to this environment, and at the same time, I have helped this environment a lot. For example, I have been doing agricultural work, collecting and applying natural fertilizers to the land.

Initially, I had wooden wheels, but they didn't have the speed I needed, so they replaced them with tire-like wheels. I have been like a car and a lorry, and I have carried loads like a lorry. They thought that they could not feed the bullocks that were pulling me, so they sold them to the butcher shop. They are keeping me alone, and I am afraid that if my logs go, they will take them away too.

There are many people like me who have worked hard for their families and are now sitting in an old age home or on some road and surviving alone with their lives. In any case, they used us until we were of help to others, and if they do not need our help, they will put us on the shelf. This is life, I have accepted it.

Note : This story is entirely my imagination. My father is now over 80 years old. He is a retired teacher. His hard work and savings have been the mainstay of our family. I have imagined and written this story in his memory. Like this bullock cart of the above story, my father, too, has worked for our family and is now sitting on the sidelines. The photo in this is a photo I took on my cell phone when I went to Madurai.

I would like to invite

@sergeyk,

@abdul-rakib ,

@shiftitamanna to take part in this contest.