The clunking sounds bring me out of my reverie while I sit and wait for the traffic signal to open. It is Saturday afternoon and I wait through the busy Mall road traffic which is ever-increasing. As my eyes skim through the side street looking for the source of this noise, I find an aged man in shabby clothes standing in one corner of the busy street by his stall.
I see him playing around with a wooden toy cart, which skids along the road behind him to and fro as he pulls the chord attached to it singing in merriment,
"Reds, Yellows, Blues and Greens,
Pick the colour that shines and glea…
