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“This is too much.” Prama frowned at the heaped cart. “I don’t know how he’ll manage.”
“He will,” Abhi responded. He did not like the meddling of women in his business. Never had. But now that one of his eyes rested in a trash heap, he knew that customers found the presence of his wife reassuring. Better they talk to her than stare into his eye-patch and worry about the evil crouched behind it.
“Gaju is no longer a young man,” Prama insisted.
“Do not try my patience, woman!” Abhi growled. “Gaju feeds his family by the kilo-carried. Let a man earn a wage.”
“You could pay him more per kilo,” she shook her head at him, unimpressed. “You know he is too old to be hired by someone else and cannot lose this job. You overload his cart. Take care you aren’t also overloading your Karma in the process.”
For What Pegman Saw: Mumbai, India
Na'ama Yehuda 
Perfect story to go with the photo…
Loved it… and what a sad way to live.
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I know! I thought of what this man’s life has to be like, and of what his options (or lack thereof) may be, and this was what led to the story. It is indeed so sad. Thank you for the feedback! xoxo
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It was very well imagined. xoxo
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🙂 xoxo
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🙂
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The characters leap off the page! Great story telling and so many great lines. My favorite: Better they talk to her than stare into his eye-patch and worry about the evil crouched behind it.
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🙂 Thanks! I gotta admit I’m a bit partial to that one, too … (foreshadowing and all that jazz…) 😉
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Wow, such good writing. And oh, that overloaded Karma. Wonderful work, Na’ama.
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Thank you, dear friend. 🙂
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My honor to read and learn from you, and to be your good friend. ❤️
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xoxo! 🙂
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I like the salutary warning at the end.
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Yep … 😉
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