Spice Girl

Spice Girl I don’t know her name . I don’t know her age . She was very shy & sat on her little jute mat with her head covered . In a tiny by-lane , she worked on the side of the street for one of them . Her work - Cutting stems of dried red chillies. “How was she doing this with bear hands ?!” I wondered in awe. No glasses , no gloves . Chilli seeds flying everywhere as she used her tiny scissors at unimaginable speed while her red bangles clunked with every snip .