A silent struggle in life.

A small egg shop set up on the sidewalk in the evening light and darkness, rows of eggs arranged. Hot curry or egg broth is boiling on a gas stove on a table covered with a red cloth, a large pot placed next to it seems to be a witness to the busyness. The young shopkeeper has his head down and is focused on his work—there is fatigue in his eyes, and a sense of responsibility is also clear. This shop is not just a place to sell eggs; it is an attempt to keep a person's dream alive. Running a family with daily income, building one's future—everything depends on this small shop. The bustling market, the shutters of closed shops, and the illuminated shelves behind them—all of this captures the diversity of urban life.

Eggs are a simple source of nutrition for us, and this shop fulfills the daily needs of the common man. Many people flock here in the hope of filling their stomachs at a low price. The picture reminds us that in every corner of the city, there are countless people who are working silently to keep society running. Their struggle is the real strength of our lives.