I went off for an evening stroll and enjoy daab (green coconut). Found a daabwaala (seller).
"I
want a young coconut with moderate flesh," I said. I didn't want a ripe
daab that has now become a coconut, nor did I want one with no flesh at all.
The guy
barely looked up. On auto-pilot mode, he tapped and picked a coconut, cut it,
and gave it to me. He had his earphones on, and his eyes were glued to his
cellphone. He was smiling, lost in his own world.
I found it rather odd. I finished off the water and asked him to
take out the flesh. He did so rather reluctantly, on auto-pilot mode. I
finished it and asked for one more. I was pretty sure he looked mildly annoyed.
"What
are you watching so intently?" I asked, curious.
"PUBG,"
he said. And I needed to hear no more. We have a PUBG-addict in our family too.
My brother-in-law.
"Sabzi?"
I asked knowingly. The dirty look he gave me, you should have seen his face.
I gave
him a 500 rupee note. He showed me by hand gesture that he may not have change
and he doesn't want to get distracted looking for change. I gave him a 100
rupee note. He barely managed to return me a twenty.
sunshine
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