Happen to visit Borivali market today evening.Its very hot and humid here in Mumbai and the crowd was making it more and more unbearable to stick around in the market.
As I went with my family members who were busy shopping I had to stay there.
So went to the masala papad shop. The papad there is awesome and there is hell lot of people out there whose, it seems only reason for survival is getting the papad as if it is some form on Amrut which will make you live till eternity.
As I was also a part of them, I tried my level best to get it as soon as possible. One of the things I love and hate about Mumbai is the sense of urgency and the absolute unbothered attitude towards fellow pupil.
As I was making (read: marching ) my way ahead towards the Papad wala who thought he is more important than Obama, I saw a lady whose body was covered with blisters all around.
I moved back a bit and many a ladies sulked went 1 metre away and then ate there respective papads.
She also tried to gain forced entry in the crowd and I was wondering what she is carrying on her body should nt get spread amongst the public for the sight was nt good.
I then saw a small girl who was constantly looking at her. The lady struggled a bit. The girl tried to approach the lady but cudnt. Finally managed to get the priced papad. The small girl seemed so happy as the lady moved towards her. She sat with the kid girl. They shared it in absolute joy without bothering about anyone around. By now I have realised they were mother daughter. All my apprehensions disappeared as I experienced a peaceful feeling looking at the unconditional love between that beautiful mother and her blessed daughter.
Nice and quick acount.
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