“Cae-rett, koli-phlaver, inji, takkalli, penis!” went the hawker.
Carrots, cauliflower, ginger, tomatoes and… penis!
Housewives leaned out their windows enquiringly… while I craned my neck to spot the hawker in the milling crowd. There was only his voice, ringing loud and hearty.
Penis? He hawks penis? I was stumped for a moment.
And then he came into view, his pushcart, piled high with “Cae-rett, koli-phlaver, inji, takkalli, penis!”
There on a corner of his cart was a neat little mound of beans!