Purple Yellow Red & Blue

Hot chips?

The lime green walls seemed right out the shade card of a paint company. But the colours were lost on him. He was focused on churning out those perfect chips (okay, crisps, if you are from UK). The oil bubbled and sizzled,  as he kept  grating those perfectly circular chips into the  large wok.  Lime Green or Fuchsia or pink, who cares, it is business as usual.

The Cobbler

The shoemaker had his elves who made his life a little easier, finishing his work while he slept, crafting beautiful master-pieces. This modern-day cobbler has no elves. But he sure has his 4G  that keeps him company, while waiting for customers. I’d take the elves over the 4G any day. I love how he was lost in his music.

The coconut seller.

That elixir packaged perfectly by nature-tender coconuts, are a common site in India. But what struck me was the pensive mood of the seller, a boy probably as old as me, as he waited for his customers. He seemed to be lost in thought. What was he thinking? For a moment, time stood still as I clicked, even as the watch on his hand ticked on.