From your coconut friend

My dearest friend

You always say, friendship has no end

I know I've been a bad one

But I also love you from the deepest, and that I don't pretend

We cry, we fight

We put ourselves in utter plight

But is it possible to forget all those darker moments

For the sake of those, which were heart melting and bright?

I lost my mind, hurt you, pushed you away

"we are good friends!" Instead You'd always say

I left you alone, I broke the promises

But without you beside me, I always find myself astray..

Forgive me, friend, for all that I have done

A friend as lovely as you I will find in none

The smile that makes my day, I wish to see it forever

And pray for those loveliest moments of ours to return

The coconut man

An old stumpy man with a shabby outfit walks by, with a large platter that is supported over his turban.
As he strolls along his casual shouts "kachi giriiiiii, das roopay (10 rs) das roopay" are hardly taken notice of but by some, who come over to him and buy some white fruit.
Selling coconut is a common practice in Pakistan especially on the roads and in streets.
The coconut has been neatly cut into equal sized pieces, washed n sprinkled with water time and again, and are a enjoyed as a light treat by Pakistanis.
And for a little chunk of refreshment outdoors, 10 rs is no big deal
It is an equally affordable and a palatable snack.
I've loved it since I was a kid. The white "giri" always fascinated me and I used to ask my parents to buy me it.
Coconut selling and many other such little businesses/traditions which are a part of our culture ought to be looked upon with respect and such people should also be looked upon with respect as it is not an easy task to tread along the roads carrying the platter all day for a very sparing amount of fortune to support their families, better than the much cursed upon begging traditions taken up as business bh some very unrespectable lads in our society.