Vasaiwali- Vegetable vendor, a lady, who gets her stuff from Vasai, near Mumbai.
When she didn’t find the Vasaiwali again today, Megha was a bit upset. Since she had started buying her daily vegetables from her, there was no looking back. She had the freshest veggies in the whole of Parle market at a reasonable rate. She strolled in the lane, hoping she had shifted her stall to another place. And she did find her, walking with a bag and her empty wicker basket.
Megha tapped her on her shoulder “Didi, I was looking for you!”
“Arey tai, I am sold out for the day….I was hoping you would come” she replied with a smile. “I’ll be here tomorrow”.
And she walked away, quickly disappearing in the crowded market lane before Megha could reply back.
Irritated with her luck, Megha walked to the Vasaiwali’s spot and shopped at the next stall which looked less crowded.
“Madam, new in this market?” one of the vendors at the stall asked while packing her purchase.
“No no” she said handing him a few notes and rummaging through her purse for some more change “I have shopped here for years now. My vasaiwali seems to be done for the day she muttered with irritation, half to herself”
“Vasaiwali? Which one?” asked the other vendor with a surprised look
“The one who sits at that stall”
“Madam!” gasped the stall owner, “She’s not been seen for a while now. We heard that she passed away, last week……” he muttered in a hushed voice.
“What, I just…..” Megha trailed off, beads of perspiration soaking her forehead. She grabbed her bags and walked away from the market for a breath of fresh air.