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Cauliflower Mountain, Cockfights, and Weddings: Writing for Cents (Literally)
This morning in Jamshedpur, India.
This morning in Jamshedpur, India, I came across an unusual sight — a towering stack of cauliflowers by the roadside. When I returned later to pick up my daughter from school, the pile had dwindled to a much smaller heap.
The vegetable market square is currently being paved, so vendors have moved to the streets. My daughter took some photos for me to share with you, sending a little sunshine from India to those enduring colder climes.
One vendor was holding an old-fashioned balance — like the scales of justice, but literal. I know there’s a metaphor in there, for how our words on Medium are no longer worth the paper they aren’t written on, but I’m gonna let it go.
Some of these sellers have a medium-sized table for their wares, a chair to sit on and and an electronic balance, while others peddle their substantial stacks of wares from a tarpaulin…