A Day In My Life As A Waste Warrior.

(not for the faint-hearted)

6:30 AM.
The sounds of the azaan cuts through the dark.
I jolt.

Can't sleep anyway.

The stink seeps into your dreams, a constant reminder.

Coffee.
Black, scalding.

Throw on work clothes.
They'll be caked by ten, soaked through by two.

The conveyor never quits.
Mountains of plastic, forgotten meals gone bad, the endless river of what we toss.

Sort.
Reach.
Grunt.

The mask muffles the worst, but the smell finds a way.

A wave of nausea hits - a sour milk carton this time.

We sift through the mess, the unwanted, the price we pay for convenience.

Lunch.
A humble gruel with some vegetables.

We share stories, one about a clogged drain overflowing with plastic.
Silence hangs heavy, a shared burden we all carry.

The afternoon stretches.
My back aches, arms scream.
Another truck roars in, another mountain to tame.

But then, a glint of metal - a stray soda can, rescued for recycling.
A small win, a tiny spark.

Finally, the sweet clanging of the shut-down bell.

Home.
Shower.
Three changes later, the smell still clings.

Dinner's quiet, the day's weight a shared burden.

Tonight, though, there's a different story.
My kid beams with pride, showing off a school project - a robot built from recycled scraps.

A genuine, bright smile cuts through the exhaustion.

We might be buried in waste, but in the hands of the next generation, maybe,
just maybe,
there's a chance to turn things around.

Drained, but with a flicker of hope,
I drift off.

It's a long fight, but even in the grime,
there's beauty to be found.

Waste warriors deserve better.
We at Cercle, are ensuring that they get to lead a life they deserve to.
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