I was at a bookshop in an east-of-Delhi mall yesterday, waiting in line to the payment counter with my mom's birthday presents in hand. A counter stacked with books called "Mom is always right" (was i gifting that- well not really), and 300/- little fridge magnets on the wall behind it bearing images of Delhi and her idiosyncrasies.
I was still reading all the names of books around like a vacuum cleaner when suddenly my ear caught a young woman telling her husband- "But hum usko 200 rupees ka gift toh nahi de sakte!" And the husband went rushing back to the children's section behind me.
It was a bookshop, and there was a sale going on, and I hoped the couple wasn't talking about their own daughter, whom I think I saw behind me probing around in the stacks towards which the man ran.
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