While I was travelling from Jaipur to Tiloniya, saw this and stood there for a few minutes. It was afternoon around 1 pm, the burning summer did'nt bother this old man. He was collecting dried twigs. Going at that pace I wondered when will he finish this work because he was doing with bare hands. For a moment,I felt pity on myself because at that time I was not able to stand without a scarf on my head. I wanted to capture to capture this moment which reminds me to respect every profession.