🏠 Right across from our house lives a neighbour — been around ever since we moved in, maybe 5–6 years. And like clockwork, every single morning, he’s out early with his giant 6-foot jhadu 🧹, sweeping not just his porch, but the whole road right up to the crossing.
Now, I don’t watch him on purpose. But during early morning temple visits or casual walks, I’ve seen him enough to know — he’s one stubborn soul. 😤 One fine morning, something caught my eye. Instead of sweeping dust to the sides like any normal person would… he was sweeping it towards our house — very deliberately.
👀 I asked my mother: “Ma, what’s this guy up to?”
She replied, calm as ever: “He believes sweeping dust toward our end helps him ward off his poverty — like it shifts his karma, his blockages, away from him and into our space.”
I blinked. “And he keeps doing this?” She smiled: “It doesn’t touch you. I protect. Let him try.” I left it at that.
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A week later… the news spread. On his usual morning walk, he’d been hit by a biker. 💥 Not life-threatening, but serious enough to mess up his spine. He disappeared for months.
And then… he returned. Jhadu still in hand. Same routine. But this time — he was sweeping to the side. 😏😏