Shelton!

When the fish is served on the platter, with the spices made by my mom, I needn't mention how the dish gets empty in a spur of a second. It's fresh, cooked well with home made spices.
We buy it from him. He comes every single day to visit us, in the late morning hours, at around 10.30 am. I was introduced to him by my grand mother. When I was not so tall, I used to peep over the wall of  my grand mas house and stand there until she speaks to him and comes in having a plan of preparing the latest yummiest fish dish for me to enjoy.

A couple of days back, I heard his voice, which is quite familiar to my friends too who hears his voice over the phone when they speak to me, made me realize that times have gone by but something remains unchanged. It's been two decades or more now since this person visits us. But we do not know where he comes from, how he survives or what kind of qualities he possess. But I know one thing, and that is, he does not give up.

Shelton, the fisherman that goes our way for so many years has not only sold fish to us but taught us a lesson. His willingness to survive and the never forgiving nature, he bears is of course a significant quality.

This is for the thousands of fisherman out there who risk their lives to make us get the best. Even when the war is over in the country, you fight a battle with death every single days to feed your little ones and to nourish us.

Tribute to all of you!