Peace

She looked up. In the sky. All cranky. She was not fond of rain, especially when she is all dressed in formals to be at a meeting and waiting for her colleague while standing on a road divider. 'Obviously' , she thought, she could be grouchy. She took a little step towards left to save her off-white kurti from the splash of mud and just then she saw him. Tender in age, he took the coin from a man and handed him a cigarette.He was sitting on a poly-mat under a poly-mat roof that he made sure did not leak. His small 'shop' , i.e., goods organised on a floor-mat,that sold cigarettes and pan-masalas was a little less organised in order to accommodate the plastic boxes on half the area available where the drops of rain water did not reach. And yes, if you are an Indian, it wouldn't surprise you that this was happening on the same road divider on which she was standing. It does sound 'Bollywood-y' in head, but then its truth. It did not make her any pitying. But what surely was amusing was that he was all casual about it. He did not show any sign of misery. Like he was at PEACE with it. Rain did not bother him, nor did the disruption that it caused to his routine, not as well the thought not being able to make usual money. He was as accustomed to weather changes as she was and she was sure that he had more to take care of than her on the days like this.
Now, she looked up again. This time she smiled.