The clunking sounds bring me out of my reverie while I sit and wait for the traffic signal to open. It is Saturday afternoon and I wait through the busy Mall road traffic which is ever-increasing. As my eyes skim through the side street looking for the source of this noise, I find an aged man in shabby clothes standing in one corner of the busy street by his stall. I see him playing around …
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…All of a sudden I realize that I am blocking the traffic from moving on as the traffic signal is now open. As I drive home, I think about the unfortunate chap who was selling the wooden toy. If only he would give a proper finish to his toys and shift the location of his stall which obstructs the path of the pedestrians, maybe he might achieve a little more success in making a living.