When I was a kid on trips to India, we would get so excited every time the mathi man came around on his bike with the latest catch of little fish. We would hear a distinct vocal sound echoing from down the road, then the ring of his bicycle, alerting potential customers.
These photos are from 2009, the first time Sajan and I went to India together.
This photo is from a year later, 2010. My mom, her sister and my uncle are checking out the goods.
My mom went and got a pot to put the purchased fish in.
Then we had it for dinner.