When the lights turn red (blog marathon post 27)
I clicked this picture from my car, at MG road Bangalore. The Umbrella seller deftly made his way, weaving a path through the traffic, selling these colorful umbrellas.
I loved the bright colours of the Umbrellas he carried. I did not buy any, as I already have enough number of Umbrellas in the house.
There was another little girl who was selling roses. They were beautiful.
'Didi, please buy,' she implored, sticking out a rose.
'How much?' I asked.
'Didi, Twenty rupees each,' she replied.
I asked her to give me 3, and she begged me to buy 5.
So I did.
Gave her a hundred, and the smile across her face was a million watts.
She thrust 5 rose buds at me. I took them.
Then as an afterthought she said 'Didi, wait, I will give you the nicest ones.'
She took back the ones she had given me and then carefully chose the best ones from the lot.
'Which class are you studying in?' I asked her.
'6th standard didi,' she answered.
As our car sped away, i could see her and the umbrella seller in my rear view mirror, as they walked to the side, for the traffic to flow.
Most of us hate red lights at signals. But for some of us, the best time for business is when the lights turn red.
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