How seeing something in the marketplace that’s random, can spark that thought that’s, led you to the places you never ventured into, translated…
It’s, almost noon now, and the hollering of the vendors at the marketplaces, slowly died down.
Some of the stand owners started, picking up their things, some of the small food stands had, only begun their business of the day, like how in the theatres, as one scene ended, another one, began. But, some of these stands shared their “stages” and performed together, at the same time, but, they’d not, interfered with the workings of one another, for instance, the stewed meat with rice expected those who were shopping for their groceries to come in to have food, and the vegetable and fruit stand owners expected that the guests, after they had their meals, could take some of what they’d sold, away.
The very first time I saw a forklift in the marketplaces—as the garbage collector trucks couldn’t, enter into the narrow lanes there and, the huge trash cans relied on the forklifts, to transport them away, and, the advantage of the forklifts was that it could, adjust to their surrounding environments. The alleys with the lower shades, the forklift that passed through, was like a well-known customer, rushing somewhere, and nodded its head to all who were familiar, and, as it’d exited out of the alleys, it’d feared that its arms would, obstruct the ways, and lifted them higher, but, they’d needed to, worry about the poles on the streets too………the driver knew well, the roads and ins and outs of the marketplace, it’d reminded me of that game in the arcades, where I’d feel, so worried for the expert players, that they may, bumped into the walls, but, the players would always be able to, avoid all the obstructions with that joystick.
And I’d felt, that it was odd, I was, this worried.
And so, perhaps, you may not be worried over how the players may hit the obstacles per se, but, it was, actually, a reflection of your own fears in the obstacles of your own life? And, seeing that forklift operator, navigating through the narrowed streets of the marketplace, it’d, brought back that feeling of whatever fears you’d carried with you from when you were younger.