A Tribute

Thanks to our capricious weather, it has been pouring profusely for the past few days. Unrelenting, boisterous wind obtruded, whistling its way through my window. Yet again, I would be reminded of one particular person whose state of desolation has always been a cause for concern.

He is no other than the abang mangga, whose friendliness is hard to discern but really, it is understandable. He sells mangoes under his austere giant payung in which, from my place, its distance is nothing. There he would be seen sitting during the day, waiting on patiently for potential buyers to pull over and buy his mangoes. There he would still be sitting at night, his stall illuminated by a sole dim light bulb. Rarely would he capitulate to the fierce weather, come rain or scorching heat.

Thus I am thankful, though most of the time I too am alone here, for this atmosphere of domesticity I am in. Oh, and he sells the sweetest and freshest mangoes one can ever get!