Purple Puddles

Yesterday was a long day, I was grumpy on my way home, looking for a pick-me-up. I took the bus and walked down Kodihalli main road. It's a narrow road with shops and vegetable sellers and lots of temples on either side. I was looking down as I often do when I'm scrolling through my phone. Then something caught my eye.

Row of vegetables meticulously arranged - ladies fingers, carrots, potatoes, tomatoes - in bunches of 4s, ready for anyone who wanted to buy. I looked at the vegetable seller, a woman in a brown printed saree, sitting cross-legged at the top of her neat little rows.

"Super arrange madidira!"

You've arranged it really well, I said.

She smiled, I smiled and continued walking.

I thought about how I had enough veggies at home but I still wanted to buy more ‘cos of the way she had arranged them. I thought of how to say that in Kannada. 

"Neevu eshta chanagi arrange madide. Mannenalli tumba idhe. Inu tagolage ishta."

I smiled.