We were walking through lanes and bylanes of Mandvi Bazaar looking for the famed Osho Restaurant. I love the fresh feel of the Indian Bazaar which instantly reminds me of my childhood when I followed my father around with a bag, buying fresh eats as well as fruits and vegetables. I often yearn for it as a respite from the sanitized super markets. While walking through one such lane, I glanced into a small dark room where fresh buns and biscuits are being baked in a country wood fired oven. The smell of freshness engulfed me and I packed a few for my secret snacks. He smiled as he went about his work which will surely find its way into the freshness of the food.
A few feet away fruit sellers and customers were haggling over a rupee or two for a dozen fresh bananas and the orange seller was ready to accept the challenge for the lowest price. I smile for I have done that before as a fresh teen occasionally saving a rupee for my pocket money. What stole my heart was the fresh sweet jalebi(sweet) and the fresh yellow dhokla. I stretched out my hand for a little bite and it melted on my tongue before I realised leaving me content.