Traffic

The peanut seller ... Mom kept on looking at him while we rode 5 cm/sec in the traffic. I didn’t. She was describing how he reminded her of those days when her dad took her to the beach and bought her those peanuts. Peanuts fried in sand she said. Well I don’t know about it and wondered how healthy sand fried peanuts would be! She stared at him, this time me too. He was getting burnt I tell you. The sun and the fire underneath the pan were doing quite a good job in absorbing his water content. Staring at someone is fun. No matter how far that person is, he turns and looks straight into our eyes. Mom was embarrassed, I laughed. He gestured at her to buy the peanuts. She would have... But suddenly the traffic increased speed and we were swiftly taken to the other side of the road. He could have earned 20 bucks that moment. I felt sorry for him then. We were cursing the traffic but for him, it was a blessing. Often that is how things are... Nothing is insignificant.