The rush in the streets,
the streets echoing with the shrieks of the shopkeepers ;
The shopkeepers finding it tough to strike a deal with the moms
The moms clutching onto their kid’s hand
And the kids?
The kids searching the vicinity for their next eye candy
What could it be?
A toy or maybe a stationary
Or the irresistible aroma from the bakery that seems to make it tough to concentrate…
…….
There is a piece of memory we attach to local bakeries.
Especially the ones we have strolled by while growing up, skimming and sniffing through the fresh produce.
With the warmth being more than those set in the ovens
And happiness being served not just in exchange for banknotes,
The sweetness is frolicked by all 6 senses in vivid shades.
Complimentary to the rusty aesthetics of the room;
There is always an old man typing out the memo
Also, a middle-aged man with an overused chef’s hat
Squinting and trying to figure out which pastry the kid is trying to point out through the glass pane.
The brown papers and boxes stay stacked neatly to house the stars of the day,
Stars for matching the gleam of the eyes that have left fingerprints all over the place.
With the jars of biscuits that no brand could possibly replicate
And the range of munchies that could satisfy no bounds of hunger.
With the strong essence of vanilla that could easily eat up any marketing mantra
The Bread and cookie crumbles on the floor boast of the busyness of the day.
The detailing of cherries and cakes that they try to queue
while spelling out our wishes through that one nozzle meant for all occasions big and small.
Despite knowing that the perfections chime with the bigger spoons
These cotton aprons have left us all drooling, haven’t they? 😉
..
Though Studded Cafes and restaurants will continue to break even
Gourmet cuisines and Michelin stars will reign the menus,
The charm and nostalgia of the OG businesses will stay dear like that piece of flower that’s still living in the pages of your school diary,
Adorned yet bare…
