The bangle seller has always fascinated me and I have tried to pay tributes in these pages. Last, I wrote about two folk songs with the bangle seller at the centre of them here. Then, I wrote about how much I loved a play here, again the bangle seller was the protagonist there.
And then, just near where I live, the best friend and I chanced upon this bangle seller. Lovely colours, the nostalgia, the songs that ma taught me. The best friend took the pictures and I had to buy a dozen bangles.
The man had a very amused look on his face. Muttering to himself, he walked away. I did not ask him his name. He will always be the Chennaiah of my songs for me.