The sweet stall held its nose high;
right in front of our school..
The fragrance rose tantalizingly drawing my vision to a throbbing crowd;
Continuously varying in the density of
content of their eager faces..
I used to stand there on the lane..
Fill the vacuum of my huge stomach
with the aroma..
leave, Contented by looking at the smile
of a old man
munching his plate..
With only half an anna in my
pocket..
the prospect of a tiring walk back home..
Fifteen kilometers I would continue my romance with a
round sweet tasty
gulab jamoon
Walking through unkempt roads lost in my thoughts,
I would wait for my birthday each year
to
share a gulab jamoon with seven of my brothers...
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