Now, maybe, she’s not genuinely interested in what I ate all these days; she is probably more concerned about whether I’m buying vegetables from somewhere else. But, she asks it with such a big grin that I have no option but to grin back.
After I paid, she drops a free lemon in the bag of vegetables. Well, this again might be her marketing trick, I assume, but it makes me happy, anyway. All I can think at that moment is I’m going to make a lemonade when I get home.
Next, I go to the small grocery shop from where I buy eggs. This grocer is a talkative man, and sometimes, when he’s in a good mood, he tells me how he went different places while he was serving in the Army; or how the prices of eggs have fallen because of Bird Flu scare; or how he once saw a reckless bike accident (he told this one when he saw a few scratches on my face). Well, he can be irritating at times; particularly when I’m in a hurry. But, some days, when I haven’t talked to anyone the whole day, his talks amuse me much.
Sigh!
I know. I know I am a boring person.
3 comments:
I enjoyed reading this post. You have explained your daily chores and the conversations in a delightful manner. Thanks for sharing.
Glad to stumble upon the blog and I hope to be a regular visitor.
you could have done better without "I know. I know I am a boring person."
Thanks, Meghna.
Wasmi, hmm, I perhaps did over-emphasized on those lines, without realizing so.
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