Every morning, as I drive up this heavily congested road, I see him, a scrawny weather-beaten old man. Laboriously pushing a bicycle load of collected cardboard up the slope during the morning peak hours. Buses gingerly gives him a wide berth as they manoevre the already narrow underconstruction road. He lives with a purpose/reason. And that is why he is still going strong.
This picture was hastily taken at the traffic light junction.