The Indian-Malay hard-rocking biker with the ponytail seemed to be unhappy with his partner in his side mirror. On arrival at the market he had stopped by the table and tooted when he remained unnoticed. The only word that could be understood from his speech was Mustafa. Some purchase had been obtained at the 24hr mega-mart. Two silver bangles that looked a bit like automotive or industrial product were carried loose on his right wrist. A good 45mins he sat beneath the stair smoking, regularly rising to berate the figure in the reflection opposite. Finger pointing, arms akimbo, taps on the glass. He needed to bend in order to make his sighting and come close to get his points across. Much loud ranting that had people looking round. Indeed, it was never easy to keep peace with oneself.
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