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The shops opposite Kasarwadi have their own peculiar way of functioning. Every evening when the working mothers return home to Kasarwadi, they give their kids five or ten rupees. They are tired from their work and have no energy to produce an evening snack as the house work is pending. So all kids buy a lot of junk food. The water comes in the area after 7.30pm and then start the washing of vessels, clothes, sweeping swopping and cooking. Dinner is around !! pm in most households and then utensils to be washed. The women then come out of their households and sit on the pavement opposite. They are chatting till one am or more.
The shopkeeprs sell the worst groceries one can ever buy. ,The prices are marked up very high. The weight of the stuff is all wrong as the shopkeepers cheat on the quantity, quality and the price. Most people at this place buy daily groceries though they have monthly incomes. The vegetable vendor under the tree charges RS5 for five strand of coriander. All are buying vegetables from her. the vendor sells butter for five rupees. He opens an Amul butter packet and gives a spoonful for five rs. Same for cheese. People walk to him with their toothbrush in their mouth and buy milk worth Rs.10 whereas a litre costs 43. Then they buy maska pav which is butter and bun for their breakfast. Forgot to mention, this is the breakfast of the rich in Kasarwadi. Lot of sale of mobile recharges and ginger garlic paste for ten Rupees. The shopkeepers overcharge for everything. We are so close to the Dadar main wholesale vegetable market but almost everyone buys from across the road as that's what is convenient to them.
In Jharia, we did not use detergents at home. We used ghota saabun which was dirty white grey hemispheres of soap. It had to be broken with a hammer and put in hot water to boil. After a while the soap melted and then Mom or the maid could soak clothes in it. There were no washing machines. We used coal and wood fire. We ate al fresco when there was no electricity. We slept under the stars on our terrace in the summers. We just sprinkled water on the floor for instant air conditioning. My children cant understand the concept of an aangan on the first floor. For them wooden staircase is what painters use and not the one which was in our house for forty years to climb the terrace. The staircase had an open tank under it and six kids grew up without any mishaps in that house. Now we talk about making our houses child friendly. We had one geyser for both the bathrooms and all 11 of us managed to have a bath and reach our destination on time. No excuses, just life.
The shops opposite Kasarwadi have their own peculiar way of functioning. Every evening when the working mothers return home to Kasarwadi, they give their kids five or ten rupees. They are tired from their work and have no energy to produce an evening snack as the house work is pending. So all kids buy a lot of junk food. The water comes in the area after 7.30pm and then start the washing of vessels, clothes, sweeping swopping and cooking. Dinner is around !! pm in most households and then utensils to be washed. The women then come out of their households and sit on the pavement opposite. They are chatting till one am or more.
The shopkeeprs sell the worst groceries one can ever buy. ,The prices are marked up very high. The weight of the stuff is all wrong as the shopkeepers cheat on the quantity, quality and the price. Most people at this place buy daily groceries though they have monthly incomes. The vegetable vendor under the tree charges RS5 for five strand of coriander. All are buying vegetables from her. the vendor sells butter for five rupees. He opens an Amul butter packet and gives a spoonful for five rs. Same for cheese. People walk to him with their toothbrush in their mouth and buy milk worth Rs.10 whereas a litre costs 43. Then they buy maska pav which is butter and bun for their breakfast. Forgot to mention, this is the breakfast of the rich in Kasarwadi. Lot of sale of mobile recharges and ginger garlic paste for ten Rupees. The shopkeepers overcharge for everything. We are so close to the Dadar main wholesale vegetable market but almost everyone buys from across the road as that's what is convenient to them.
In Jharia, we did not use detergents at home. We used ghota saabun which was dirty white grey hemispheres of soap. It had to be broken with a hammer and put in hot water to boil. After a while the soap melted and then Mom or the maid could soak clothes in it. There were no washing machines. We used coal and wood fire. We ate al fresco when there was no electricity. We slept under the stars on our terrace in the summers. We just sprinkled water on the floor for instant air conditioning. My children cant understand the concept of an aangan on the first floor. For them wooden staircase is what painters use and not the one which was in our house for forty years to climb the terrace. The staircase had an open tank under it and six kids grew up without any mishaps in that house. Now we talk about making our houses child friendly. We had one geyser for both the bathrooms and all 11 of us managed to have a bath and reach our destination on time. No excuses, just life.
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