A Cart and a Wedding

Simgha was an early riser. Rather unusual among the lackadaisical products of war refugees in the island. He believed he could earn more by bringing his produce to the market early. Two kilometres of walk to the exchange centre common to the few villages in that area. Therefore, at times, he would even bring his fruits to be left at the market late evening.

He had a rickety two-wheeled cart which he either pushed or pulled. Again, rather unusual as villagers normally transported their produce hung on poles whose ends were hoisted on the shoulders of two persons. He had attempted to get his mode of transportation used for weddings in place of shoulder hoisted sedans. Perhaps he could earn a tael of tin or more for each wedding. He had success with his persuasion once, at his little sister's wedding. He had managed to persuade the couple to have a bench placed on his cart while he pushed the cart in midst of the motorcade, err ... I meant, procession.

His sister and her groom fell off in the midst of his negotiating an uphill bump. That was the last time anybody ever wanted to use his cart. I am thinking most couples preferred to walk, anyway.