Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Grape Story

I was heading home (the real home in Chennai) last evening. I'd gotten to the railway station at Secunderabad about half hour early and decided to walk around a bit looking for something to take home before I got into the station. I got to this lane full of vendors selling fruits - sapotas, oranges, and a lot of grapes around.

While I was buying this and that without thinking twice, there came a lady asking if she could get some grapes for a couple of Rupees - you know, the fallen ones that are sold cheaper. She was bargaining for them.

Life ain't fair!


Written on April 15, 2011

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