She was sitting there on the pavement surrounded by her collection. The vegetables were vibrant enough and could still attract buyers in evening time.Her concentration was on peeling off the skin of onions that weren’t good enough. She had a focused fascination on her job. The tomatoes, green chillies, potatoes, carrots,coriander, curry leaves, brinjal , lime sat on the cloth sack waiting for buyers. She was sitting on an old sack seat working away at her mission. . She was old, wrinkled , had massive nose studs on both nostrils.A white beaded chain adorned her neck. She was dressed neat in a nice blue sari and a white blouse. She had the weariness of day today life on her face.
I tried my best to read what could be in her mind.Oh , this habit of watching people , it never fails to give me a high. I wonder what is their happiness and grief. In most cases , you manage to catch a worry line or a flicker of sadness.
Her eyes looked up in between at passers by though she never registered them .
I look away for a while as something else distracts me.I look back and catch my breath.She is counting wads of hundred rupee notes taken out from a maroon coloured cloth pouch . I watched her as she counted and realised I am counting too! I stopped and she went on.I saw a cyclist staring at her and I wondered if she will be an easy prey for someone to snatch her hard earned money. She put them back into the pouch, held the pouch against her face and her eyes had the deep sorrow that tugs at your heart.
She gets up to take a bucket to go collect water to keep her vegetables fresh .
I wonder what worries that heart held. As I moved on , her face still lingers in my thoughts…. Another faceless human in the humdrum of the ever so busy life ..