Are Indian Women home-making or home-running? Let’s figure out.
Highway Fruit Seller, Maharashtra
Somewhere between Satpura National Park and Goa, the highway is fringed by women sitting on the pavement amidst baskets of fruits. It is a yellow afternoon. As my partner and I drive by, the vendors wave and call, wiping the rainbow of fruits with a cloth. Plump round guavas, large custard apples, sparkling oranges, red apples, pointy jujube, tight sapodillas, big pineapples-they have them all. Because they call, we don’t stop. But near a woman who is quietly wiping the pomegranates, I ask my partner to stop the car.
“We could buy some,” I say.
He nods. “Sure.” What do you think we should get, is his question next.