I was studying poems written in the 1800’s. The poems are a rich source for me. I was pondering one of them, written from the perspective of a coolie. A coolie is a manual laborer, akin to a slave. It was this coolie’s job to pull the punkah.
I didn’t know what a punkah was so I looked it up and you see one there in the picture. It’s the fan that hangs from the ceiling. Someone has to pull on a rope to keep it in motion and that someone is a coolie. It’s a horrible, monotonous job and coolie in the poem laments his fate. He’s got to pull on this rope until he dies and he can’t figure out why. His father was also a coolie. The man accepts his fate and thinks about the end of his life, when he will be released from this work.
How do you view this situation? Can you add the astrology?