A poor man's smoky cabin can also be a portico of moral liberty
Decades ago, in a pucca English medium school at Tiruchirapalli, where I studied, we had a superb English teacher and a fairly high standard English text book with a memorable story of a young boy who takes to crime because of circumstances, but is later reformed through counselling. The story was set in an European background at that time.I still remember a phrase " poor men's smoky cabins are not always porticos of moral liberty". Today, I have seen how they help each other in times of need. Driving down by car from Chennai can be taxing in summer, even if the car has AC in it. I had to stop my car for a cup of buttermilk. The quality was very good. Two other people turned up at the shop and they had no money. I offered to pay for them.
The small vendor keeper then said that he would give them for free. The two others also said that from who cannot afford the cost of the buttermilk, the vendor would offer it for free. It is a rather big umbrella under which the buttermilk is sold. Many would return and give the vendor at least Rs.5. I later learned that a local rich person would give the vendor, at least two kilograms of good curd from which the buttermilk is made.
Yet, the vendor's act and the typically rural conversations about so many others in the same village, with some jokes and some light hearted moments, just impressed me. So, yes, people are relatively poor but there is moral liberty all around. At best, the vendor would earn a profit of around Rs250 per day, but that keeps him going.
And the caring and sharing goes on and on..