At the corner of the park, Lashmi sells fresh coconuts. Every day, from 9am to 8pm, she splits shells with a small machete and rattles the white pulp. When she can not come, Malarvili, her mother, comes instead.
"My husband left me when I was pregnant of my third daughter," says Malarvili, "I had to manage on my own. Thanks to my mother, I could work here. She taught me her job, her own mother did the same for her. In my family, it's been four generations that we have only girls and we sell coconuts!"
Hashim can not believe it. "It's crazy, you know : in India, it's extremely rare to find a family where there are only girls !"
I do not know if it is rare, but I clearly understood that it was not desirable.