What goes around, comes back around.
Although we don't find a lot of people living by this ideology, there are instances that restore our faith in kindness and humanity.
This is a real story of a rickshaw puller, Bablu Shekh, that was beautifully collected by photographer GMB Akash. Here is what Bablu said:
"We always wanted a daughter. But we have three sons. I often told my wife that only the fortunate have daughters. I have been working as a rickshaw puller for more than 30 years. Most of my passengers were bad tempered. They always scolded me. One morning a father hired me to take his daughter to college. He requested me to be careful on the road. He told his daughter to hold the rickshaw tightly. Before we left he told me to go slowly so the girl may not get hurt. On our way, after some time I heard the girl crying. I tried to look back and wanted to ask her if everything was okay. She scolded me and warned me not to look back. After a while, she asked me to stop and started calling someone by her phone. She was screaming and crying all the time. I understood she was supposed to escape from home with a boy. He did not show up. Suddenly she jumped from the rickshaw, left the money in the seat, and quickly went to the train line. I was about to leave, felt sorry for the father, and thought it may be good not to have a daughter. But I was not able to peddle further; I heard her father requesting me to be careful. I parked my vehicle and ran for the girl. She was on the rail line, moving like a sick person to harm herself. I went near her and requested her to go back with me. She yelled at me, called me uneducated and stupid, in between she kept crying insanely. I was afraid to leave her in that empty place. I let her cry as much as she wanted. Almost three hours we were there and it was about to rain. Before the rain started she got up and asked me to bring the rickshaw. We did not talk about anything. In the rain, I peddled quickly. I dropped her near her house. Before I left she stopped me and said, ‘Uncle, you should never come at my place again, never tell anyone you know me.’ I lowered my head and returned home. That day I did not talk to anyone, I did not eat anything. I told myself it was better not to have a daughter. After more than eight years, very recently I had an accident. I was kind of senseless. Public took me to the hospital. When I got back my senses I saw the girl was working near me, she asked me how I was feeling, why I never went to meet her. It was hard for me to recognise the girl in the white dress, spectacles, and with the stethoscope. My treatment went well. I was taken to a big doctor. I was listening to her telling him, ‘Sir, he is my father’. The old doctor told her something in English. Then she touched my injured hand and replied to him, ‘If this father did not support me in the past, I woudn't have been able to become a doctor’. I was lying in a narrow bed and tightly shut my eyes. I cannot tell anyone how I felt. This rickshaw puller has a daughter, a doctor daughter."