the fishing worm trader
Driving along the road, and after the big round-about, my attention was suddenly caught by long and thin bamboo sticks that were stuck out of an old soil filled corrugated tin along the highway. A black board that read Worms For Sale written in bold white was propped by stones. A few metres from all this paraphernalia of fishing, sat an old man, chipping on some wood using a small knife….

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