‘Your mother doesn’t like me.’
The words hung awkwardly in the air. I desperately needed him to deny it, for him to assuage my fears.
‘Your mother doesn’t like me.’
The words hung awkwardly in the air. I desperately needed him to deny it, for him to assuage my fears.
The street hawker balances her basket of wares on top of the ‘No Hawking’ sign, while bargaining with a policeman about the price of whatever she is selling. That takes gut! She skillfully keeps her wares on top of her head, while weaving her way through the torrent of cars and avoiding the motorcycles thatContinue reading “The Street Hawker”