A flower vendor

During my first job in Mumbai ,everyday on my way back home from office amidst the traffic jam , there sat this lady sewing flowers together on a side of the road. I noticed her first while I sat in the auto rickshaw waiting for the traffic to move. She was like any other vendor but her face was so calming to look at . All her attention was on her flowers, not the honking, not the smoke, nothing.

The few months before I quit my job , while I was still contemplating my decision , everyday felt uncertain, especially during my commute because I was alone with my thoughts. It slowly became a routine for me to look out for her when I reached that road everyday. Almost as if the sight of her gave me a sense of certainty.

All I can think of now is why I never got down the rickshaw and buy flowers from her.