As I was making my way out of Fatehpur Sikri, I locked eyes with this man. Something about the look on his face drew me towards him. I noticed the basket at his feet. I didn’t know what he had in the small bags so I leaned down to take a closer look. It was popcorn.
There was a quiet dignity about him. I don’t remember him ever speaking. I know he didn’t try any sales tactics on me. He just sat quietly while I contemplated on how many bags I wanted; I knew could not walk away without buying from him.
I held up a finger to indicate one bag. Using his fingers on one hand, he wrote out a number on the palm of his other hand. I gave him twice as many rupees and walked away with two bags.
It wasn’t the best tasting popcorn I've ever had but it was definitely the most memorable popcorn buying experience for me. It’s been almost five years since that day and the look on this man’s face still draws me in.