Outside our taxi's window, we had a toy-seller, Nitin, calling out to us. He had in his hands a couple of kids microphones and some more plastic toys. Know what enabled him to make his life meaningful.
For turning the monotonous evenings into a happy occasions, for turning the chats with my buddies into fond memories, for adding a flavor of joy, I can't thank our Priya Puchkawalas enough! 🙂
An obscure existence, Ganesh was well-known by the kids of the nearby school. As they retired from their daily classes, Ganesh would be ready outside the main gate for them to choose their balloons.
Surrounded by people who are ready to share unsolicited advice and direct the course of our lives - meeting Naresh, the clothes seller, was a breath of fresh air.
While Shinjini's mother spoke with the customers and attended their requests; Shinjini took over the responsibility of handling the money! All of 8, she had learnt to be the perfect little treasurer to her mom's venture!
It was a wonderful experience to have spent the afternoon at the flower market. For me they're not just flower sellers, they are much more than that. People with dreams, sometimes dreams that are larger than life! 🙂
I take this opportunity to slightly digress from my daily chronicles of hawkers and street vendors, and highlight one of the dying professions of the city. Meet the bhishti in my Blog K.
The pride that he took in what he did was for me the best level of workplace satisfaction! Meet Shiraz in my blog J!
Right under the tree on which hangs a hoarding displaying details of his venture, he brings the art alive with his ink of love.