Growing up in Penang in the late 50's and 60's, we have our mobile barbers in his bicycle carrying his little bag; our "bottle man" buying old bottles, junk & old newspaper; then of course we have our kueh seller.
today I met the same old kueh seller...still selling kueh.....but instead of carrying them in basket with a kandar stick...he pushes a cart...he must be at least 70 years or more....
when i first met him, buying his kueh in around the area in lumba kuda...i was only 6 or 7 years old.....today i'm 52......
seeing him bring back many memories.....friends and playmates....we have all gone our separate ways...my mom and dad...who always spoil us with purchases of kueh...& also laksa
somehow i also feel for him, so old yet still peddling kueh....does he need do it to survive...does he have any children to support him......yet i admire him....his desire to be independent and earn his own keep...syabas my indian kueh seller, i salute you for your tenacity & strength...
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