Sharmaji

I keep on thinking of Sharmaji . He had his own taxi till the government ban on old taxis put him out of work.
He had a brilliant memory and was very strong with calculations and numbers. I was amazed at his ability to read the bengali script .He had learnt it by himself .While driving on the streets of Kolkata he had got into the habit of reading hoardings and checking with passengers .
He had no complaint against anyone in the world. He toiled day and night starting early in the morning around 5 am and then continuing till 9 pm, sometimes even later. He ate only once in the night . I sometimes wondered how could he survive on so little food. But he always reassured me that he never had any illness. I had to believe him because I had never seen him miss my duty.