On a gravelly road, beneath a sky of azure hues, rode a figure of grit. His chariot? A humble three-wheeler, patched with love and fueled by an unwavering will. This was no ordinary rider; he was a champion of hope, defying odds with every turning stride. His legend remained shrouded in mystery, but his deeds spoke volumes. He was a protector to th

Under the scorching rays, in bustling lanes, there lives a soul. He is the cycle-rickshaw driver, his life a tapestry woven with threads of challenges. Yet, amidst the harshness of daily existence, there shines a radiant smile. This smile, unassuming, speaks volumes about the heart's strength. Optimism blooms in his eyes as he maneuvers through

In the heart of the bustling city, lived a humble rickshawala named Mahendra. His days were filled with hustling through the noisy streets, striving to make ends meet. Yet, Raju dreamed of something more. He envisioned a future where rickshawala's like him had opportunities. One day when Raju voiced his desire with fellow rickshawala's. To Raju's

It's a common picture in our cities: an humble rickshawala, struggling with dedication under the scorching sun. These men and women make a honest living by hauling people and goods, but their often disregarded by society. It's about time we demonstrated our respect for their hard work. Even a tiny gesture, like offering a helping hand, can make a w

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