Almost every day as we walk around the blocks near the P. Jois Yoga shala we run into this little boy (12 years old or so?). He’s bare-footed as he sells fruit from his cart. We don’t know if his folks send him out selling the fruit or if he’s homeless? It’s sad to see him selling his fruit while other kids are in school. He doesn’t speak English and we sure don’t speak Hindi or whatever language he speaks. The first day I made him a balloon hat and we bought a pineapple. Later that day he saw me and held a 10 Rubee bill (worth a couple cents US). and pointed that he’d like another balloon hat. I made him the hat, but didn’t accept the money… He handed me a pineapple (I thought of the pineapple song from the broadway musical – Cabaret). Everyday when I see him I make him something else. Since we can’t communicate with words, he whistles and mimes what he wants each day. Today we saw him while we were sitting having tea and breakfast at a little dive. The first time he saw me there he came over and the restaurant owners almost chased him away – not wanting him pestering their customers by selling his fruit as they’re eating. (I made him balloons anyway). This time I brought some larger balloons to “work” on his cart along with him. Annie shot some video and photos. Here’s a short video…
