In good old days, a street vendor, fairly old, would walk along the streets of our agraharam on the midday's of hot summer like it is today, ..
carrying a bag of peanuts, roasted and packed in dried leaves..
and he would walk along with the accompaniment of the following rhapsody..
കടലൈ, നിലക്കടലയ് വറുത്ത കടലയ് ചൂട് കടലയ് നടക്കപ്പടലയ്
kadalai nilakkadalai varutha kaalai chootu kadali, nadakka padalai....
The final two words, nadakka padalai though would appear funny, touches the heart...
An old man, walking along the hot village road, suffering the midday scorching sun, selling some peanut for peanuts,, and lamenting that he is not able to walk..
Life has its comic tragedies.. or tragic comedies?
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