Entrepreneur

When I lived in South India, at 5:30 each morning my neighbor’s rooster or the guy hawking traditional South Indian breakfast foods or the guy offering to sharpen people’s knives from the back of his bicycle would wake me up.
 
And on the way to work, I walked past the banana leaf cutting station for the nearby resto, the guy selling fried chicken from a cart in front of his house, and the man who ironed clothes. Then I would be solicited by women selling jasmine flowers for my hair.
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