What is the opposite of kindness according to you? Is it inflicting harm on someone? Not so in my view. What is it then, you ask? Two years ago, I was traveling with Suvi in his car through a busy market. I have known Suvi for over two decades and his devotion and love towards me baffles me to this date. It was the month of June and it was icy cold. The heater was on full blast in our car and people outside were walking about with hands in their pockets, chattering teeth and exhaling vapors for breath. Just kidding. If you know North India (or Chennai!) then I don’t have to tell you what the weather conditions were like in the month of June. The sun was spewing fire like a giant dragon hell bent on burning down the entire planet. We were comfortable in our car (all thanks to Mr. Carrier for inventing modern air conditioning more than a century ago). People were not just sweaty, they were singed in the scalding heat. There was not a tree, flower or even a blade of grass to be seen. All around us were only concrete shops, stressed out pedestrians, haphazard traffic, unlawful carts and parked vehicles. We stopped on the roadside (perhaps adding to the list of those illegally parked vehicles) and Suvi went to the nearest pharmacy to buy lozenges for me while I sat in the car. Casually, I looked to my left, only about four or five feet ahead, an oldish lady was sitting on the pavement selling walnuts. She was guarding a small basket of her goods. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me. What could be her story? I thought. Where are her children? Can they not provide her a square meal? Haven’t we failed her as a nation? Does she manage to sell anything? Walnuts in this weather? Wonder where she sourced them from? What the hell! My sadness turned into a bit of frustration, I even felt guilty for enjoying the comforts life’s been kind enough to offer me. Just when I was embroiled in my thoughts, a man stopped on his scooter. He turned off the engine and spread out his legs to stabilize, his feet touching the ground. I rolled down the window to hear their conversation. “Are these good quality?” he leaned forward and asked in a firm voice, more than necessary. “Yes, sir.” “How much?” “Rs. 100 for 250 grams!” she replied taking a handful in her palms and extending it towards him so he could see the quality. “Are you out of your mind?” the man said. “I can buy better quality at a better price in a proper shop.” “These are Kashmiri walnuts, sir,” the lady said, almost pleadingly. “I would like to taste first.” She withdrew her palm. I knew exactly what she was thinking. If every potential customer tasted her walnuts and no one bought or only a few did, she would make a loss. She wasn’t keen on giving him a walnut for just tasting. A few seconds passed. “You will buy, right?” she said in a feeble voice. “Why, you think I have stopped to pay you my obeisance?” (Aur teri aarti karne ke liye ruka hoon.) Unwillingly and a bit slowly, she cracked a walnut and gave him one half. He told her to give the other half too. The man ate the walnut, threw the shell on the road and told her that he wasn’t convinced about the quality. He talked the lady into giving him another walnut which she did. He had this authority in his voice that easily overpowered the old woman who knew that only a handful of prospects would stop in a span of ten hours. She couldn’t afford to lose any chance of earning her evening meal. “Okay,” the man said, “give me twenty rupees’ worth.” The lady was overjoyed, she immediately lifted her weighing scale, pulled out a small paper bag made from some old newspaper and filled it with walnuts. Incredible! I thought, she would barely make a profit of Rs. 5-7, if that, and here she was grinning ear to ear. “You guys are very clever,” the man said to her. “You show one thing and sell another.” “I’m not like that, sir. I only have this small stock right in front of you.” “I need to taste one from the bag to ensure you haven’t played any tricks!” The lady took out a walnut from his bag, opened it and handed him both halves. For the third time, he ate and chucked the shells on the pavement. “No good!” he said and started his scooter. The lady became momentarily still like a statue, in shock. “You can give …