I felt a distinct pang of sadness when our domestic maid informed us that neighbourhood 'tarkari thatha' had passed on. He was one of the regular features of the Vyalikaval area. With his almost permanent 10 day old white stubble, his trademark beedi and his 'patta-patti chaddi' visible under his folded up lungi, he used to roam about the streets of Kodandarampuram and Vyalikaval indefatigably.
Apart from the tarkari, he also used to peddle 'Soppooo', cucumbers, thotapuri mangoes. I remember buying the latter off him during my school days. Used to cost 50p then.
His friendly banter (often long after they have gone out of earshot !) with his regulars was a treat to hear."Prices have gone up , madam. Can't afford to give for Rs 10. Try and understand", he used to say but used to close the deal for probably nine rupees !! I always used to feel people took advantage but he was never one to mind too much.
He got his cataract operation done a few months back. I happened to chat him up then and he revealed it was at the KC General hospital in Malleshwaram. Unfortunately that was the last I talked to him, apart from the casual 'Nashta aitha' now and then. He was on his usual rounds even a day before his demise. May his soul rest in peace.
Wonder what will happen to his cart now.
