The mother carried the basket of flowers on her head.Her son walked with her ,shouting out, “flowers! ladies!” .It was evening in the street and the lights had yet to come.The fragrance of her jasmines touched a man in the muffler. But men do not buy jasmines and fragrant flowers.
The boy went on shouting “flowers,ladies!” as he walked past. He was her voice from within her womb, from her inner self.