In India, everyone try their homes tidy and any space which is not theirs is for throwing garbages and the like. Streets are filled with filth and roads are filled with potholes.
Roads are not the priority to fix than to retain power by hook or crook. Same rush to build roads are not shown to maintain with minimum comfort and safety. But, no one bargains with facts. Many die on the roads.
He is a vegetable vendor. His 16 year old son dies due to pothole in Mumbai. Only those who understand what happens after road accident, can understand his plight of him running between poles to pillar, starting with anger to find fault on someone or filled with legalism to punish in the court of law etc. Nothing is enough. The death can never be reversed. His love for his beloved son mixed with helplessness brought him to senses. Now, filled with compassion for others living, he fills potholes with sand, stones and what not with his own hands and many misunderstood him for a lunatic. But, not any more. The people share his agony and support him when he mends ways which looks as innocent as it was always, swallowing up the memory of his son.
not on the Road 