The bun-man.

Beeeeeeeeeeep. Trrrrrrrrrrr.

The sound jolted her out of her sleep. She knew the sound too well. For the past few days, she had been looking forward to it. Infact, 5 P.M. became associated with the sound and the familiar sight that had now become perfunctory. It was a sight that one could watch on forever. It exuded love, warmth and oodles of unbinding and yet the most loyal affection and belonging. So much so that everyone stopped their evening walk and stood transfixed to watch the scene as though mesmerized at the very sight of it. It happened daily but nobody seemed to mind.

From her window, she could see the luna stop right infront of their red gates. An elderly man in the same grey tee and blue tracks got off it. Oblivious of the now gathered mini-crowd around his, he carefully untied the huge plastic sack that he had had meticulously tied to his handle and held between the legs as he rode theluna.A big big sack.

She could see that now the windows of every first floor and second floor were open and many pairs of awestruck eyes peered through the multi-coloured grills. Little kids stuck out their podgy little fingers through them and tried to get as much of their head out as possible. Some ran out to the balcony but not making a sound because nobody wanted to disturb such a beautiful sight. Nope. Not a sound.

She saw that the road was now getting more crowded. Not by people so much. But those who waited for his arrival loyally everyday started to come out from every nook of the locality. She wondered why she hadn’t seen even half of them during the day.

They came to him from all directions. Those new ones with beseeching eyes, the ones with charming eyes, the ones with brown coats, the ones that had just recovered from marismus (she didn’t know what they called it though), the ones that look plump but never seemed to have had enough anyways, the ones with the snow white coats, the black coated round-eyed ones, the little ones that wagged their tail so much that the tails seemed to fall off, the pregnant mothers – everyone was here.

He lovingly opened the packet and with a firm and yet tender voice, he said “hirrup boys! Come get them” and pulled out the buns one by one, divided them into 4 pieces and played a catch game with each member around him. How he managed to have so many buns to feed the increasing mouths without disappointing a single one baffled her. How could he know how many extras he needed?

And how he divided the bun into pieces ! It looked as though he could perfectly divide them so that every chap there got the right piece and none was made to feel less loved.

She loved the way his hands, firm and gentle all at once played with them. She loved the way how this one small sight that lasted about 20 minutes united the otherwise busy neighbourhood. She loved how every mother promised to show this piece of heaven to their child every morning to entice them into going to school.

She prayed to God that the greying man should never die and continue to captivate everyone through this small act.

The dogs loved him. They reciprocated their love for him through hidden smiles, love-struck eyes and the gentlest nudges. They smiled and nodded in approval. It was their time of the day.

The bun-man had come.


  1. Janhvi · March 26, 2012

    What a beautiful site it would be….
    Love the post.. a lot.

    • kismitoffeebar · March 26, 2012

      Thanks a lot dearie 🙂 It is a personal account. Am so happy you liked it 🙂

  2. Visha · March 26, 2012

    Slice of life!!

    You have a very good knack of picking up topics Toffee, very well written – and beautiful recreation of the scene 🙂

    Also, update your ”About” page at the header – I think you have missed it.. 🙂


    • kismitoffeebar · March 26, 2012

      Thankee Visha ! 🙂 Am so happy that you appreciate the scene. it is indeed a slice of life 🙂

      Ah, the “about me” section baffles me 😦 I can never write about myself and be concise about it. Sigh ! But yes, i will surely try 🙂

  3. Jas · March 26, 2012

    lovely lovely… you have created the images right in front of me… and its beautiful. 🙂

    • kismitoffeebar · March 26, 2012

      Really? Why you just made me feel so good 🙂 Am really really glad that all of you liked the vision. It really was like that. Beautiful !

  4. My Era · March 26, 2012

    Loved the narration and the anticipation didn’t leave me till the end 😀 😀
    Beautiful portrayal of small events of life in words 🙂
    Love your blog name 🙂

    • kismitoffeebar · March 26, 2012

      My Era,

      Welcome 🙂
      You are so right – small events but they create lasting impressions 🙂
      Thank you for your generous words. You made me happy ! 🙂
      I love my blog name too 🙂

      Cheers !

  5. Confused D · March 26, 2012

    This was just soo GOOD! I mean the feeling. The post is toh AWESOME!
    I had images while reading it and trust me……they made me happy!
    Thanks to you 🙂

  6. kismitoffeebar · March 27, 2012

    CD ! 🙂

    Am really happy that the post made you happy 🙂
    Thanks CD for reading this and sharing your thoughts 🙂

  7. Phatichar · March 27, 2012

    Haha….cute story. I liked the ‘beeeep, trrrrr’…hehehe

  8. aame · March 27, 2012

    This is just sooooo sweet !!! I can recount the feeling from my childhood days too !
    Loved it !

    • kismitoffeebar · March 27, 2012

      Hey 🙂

      Thankee 🙂 am glad it revoked memories from your childhood.

  9. Sumitra · March 29, 2012

    That is really wonderful, a beautifully spun tale. Loved the way you wrote it!

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