The 'Bajji' Seller!

She takes each vegetable to be cut,
as keenly as words 'for order' from hungry customers,
behind the glass laden push-cart
on a narrow footpath in some narrow by-lane,
and lists quickly,
an iterinary of items to bill,
in the mini-cells of her excel-sheet-less mind
that wanders between its calculations,

onto faces of
women like her
who -
walk down the street
clad in uneventful mind-clothing,
staring questioningly at their 'friends',
yelping in pain and anger or
howling in happiness and laughter -

blaring voices in glaring flames of individuality and independence,
unlike her
and her error prone but mandated-error-less math,

standing next to her husband's brown palms, a few inches away from the piping hot oil,
that takes each vegetable she cuts
as keenly as she does words for order from hungry customers!