Out of blue, my 4-year old daughter asked me for finger chips early morning, signaling that she was hungry. As I was frying the chips, unusual melancholy feelings ran down through my spine like a cold ice tea I had in Busan . I had all the fresh memory of how my mother used to fry and sell the chips around the locality. For 10 small rings, she used to sell at Nu. 5. Since, besides cardamom there wasn't another source of family income. It used to be arduous for my family to end meets with many young and hungry mouths to feed on. With that little hard-earned money mostly through the sale of chips she spends the money very carefully on our education expenses. We had our education, through the little money my mother had gathered out of such hard labor –by selling finger chips and few other grocery items like Parle-G , chocolate , etc…carrying on her back going from village to village on any occasion. She is a woman who really cares about money and has the ...
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