The street hawker is a very familiar sight. His stall on wheels is a moving shop. He goes from street to street, and sometimes from door to door. He carries his wares on his back or in a handcart. As he moves along, he cries his wares in a sing-song manner. He is often the center of a ring of eager women and children.
He sells anything that brings him profit. He generally deals in things such as crockery, glassware, towels, bedsheets, earthenware, plastics, fruits, and vegetables. He sells articles which have a ready market. His sales bring him hard cash.
He is poorly dressed. Although he is illiterate, he is a clever man. He knows how customers' minds work. He has a pleasant way of talking. He coaxes people into buying his goods. lt is very interesting to watch him hold up his wares and praise them.
He is a merry guy. Yet his life is hard. One pities his throat and legs. Whatever the weather, he must keep going, shouting out his things. Footsore and hoarse, he still moves on yelling. This is his lot every day and all the days. This hawker enjoys his cup of tea, 'pan', or 'bidi'. It is interesting to see him relaxing and refreshing himself for a brief while.
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