PEOPLE- sapaththu uncle ( Mr. Cobbler)

Basically, I love people.

This is the very first sentence which comes to my mind when ever I think of people, every sort of people. Dark, fair, tall, short, fat,rude, polite, lazy, cheerful and every one, Every person has a story, that is why I call every individual a mystery that we must reveal carefully, and that is one of my major life objectives since I fall in love with Tin Tin  at the age of six.

For an example I would like to think of he cobbler near the university, who I call, " sapaththu uncle" , ( I have uncles and aunties all over the universe like this) sapaththu uncle is a hard worker, he is dark, tall, wears skinny shirts and shorts, talk loud, " mee, othana threewheel park karanna den na, pissuda mandaa!!" ( you are not allowed to park your three wheeler here, crazy fellas!!) His dark skins shines with sweat, he doesn't smile much. Everything about him is very much slimier to every other cobbler you can see any where, he is mending shoes and umbrellas and mark the price with the appearance of the customer.

But that commonness was hiding many secrets.

( To be continued...)