His trips to Sahakari Bandar or to local grocery store would mean a bag full of goodies for us to savour throughout the month. My father, a foodie, would make sure to keep the pantry stocked with munchies of various types. My siblings and I were not a part of this brigade since we never got the so called pocket money. Clutching the 25/50 paise coin in their tiny hands, buzzing around the strategically placed glass barnis at provision store that were filled with assorted candies, lollipops, biscuits, chocolates and chakli, struggling hard to decide what they should buy, comparing rates and finally buying things of their own choice, marching towards home with a contented smile, relishing their tiny treats, these kids were the most regular customers of the vendors. I have very distinct memories of my childhood when kids in neighborhood would get a daily ‘pocket money’ of around 25-50 paise to buy stuff of their own choice. The kids, not even in their teens, were shopping crazily and I couldn’t help but compare their swag with my boorish persona when I was in my teens. I was waiting in the queue at a checkout counter of a mall and there were these two boys ahead of me, pushing a trolley full of soft drink cans, chips, cookies, frozen food and the kind and they were discussing about the movies that they can download and playlist of party songs that they need to decide upon.
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