Look before you drink
When summer arrives in an already hot city the scene changes around.Tender coconuts are sold on the road side. People stand near the coconut vendors, or park their vehicles beside or before them, observing the heaps of tender coconuts piled and demanding one or two. It is nice to listen at the knack of their cutting with a half-moon shaped knives. They cut the upper portion in pyramid shapes while rotating the coconut with ease putting it on their palms. The cutting hand and swirling palm have a synchronic rhythm. Within two or three cuts the shape attains a sense of beauty. One evening I ordered for one where a middle aged person was selling them. I watched the swirl of the palm and the force of the knife. When he was about to open it at the top Iprevented the vendor from piercing a hole into it. I am not in a haste to drink the sweet cool water inside. I asked for the coconut without an opening. The big, heavy coconut came to my hands. I loved looking at the cut and the uncut portions. I rotated it in my hands. It was the work of an artist, so shapely done. I raised my eyes.The vendor looked at me strangely. I smiled. We exchanged some kind of appreciation and thanks. Then I returned it for getting tapped on the top. He tapped and put a sipper into it. I looked at the water inside to have a final glimpse and began sipping.. I felt the water going inside me was waiting for a drinker, like the pyramid shape cut was to get appreciated by a listener. Trivial musings. The thought followed.What if? Life's moments are constitued by little acts and simple moves
