The kiosk is run by a lady who opens shop at 7 in the evening everyday. In the corporate world, she may have won accolades for her punctuality. But here, there’s only the haphazard queue of auto drivers, cab drivers, and daily wage labourers that squat on plastic stools and eat, perhaps their first meal of the day. She has always been generous with her portions.
Now, there is only a dark pool of oil that her kerosene stove has spilt.
Kiosks don’t qualify for essential services.
moonbow
no omens for the future
in sight
*Forthcoming in a book of haibun published by Red River