NEW YEAR’S DAY
I went out for a walk on the first day of January. It was cold and rainy and most of the stores were shuttered and locked. The streets did not emit the usual stench of spent firecrackers and burnt tires reminiscent of the 90’s when New Year’s eve turned streets into battle zones. I was expecting relatively quiet and deserted streets but was surprised to see used-clothes vendors doing brisk business.
Amidst the piles of clothes is something not for sale.