Spreading Sweetness

A close friend was visiting Kanpur, my grandparents erstwhile hometown, last month. Childhood memories of the good times rushed past recalling glimpses of our summer and winter vacations in Kanpur. Memories of crowded streets, cycle rickshaws, Gun shops, pilgrims to Ganga ji , Naveen market ki chaat and so many more. I wanted a slice of Kanpur and what better than some Kanpur ki mithai. I asked her to get me a box of Banarsi's Motichoor Ladoo's.

Promptly, a week later, a box of Motichoor Ladoos's arrived at my house all the way from Kanpur. I had kid's delight written all over my face and I wanted to share it with someone who would relate to Kanpur. I kept a few ladoo's at home and sent most of them in the famous yellow packaging of Banarsi Misthan Bhandar to my mom who was brought up in Kanpur. My mother was overjoyed to receive this special gift of sweetness all the way from Kanpur. Not only did she savour it, she shared her experience of the ladoo's with her brother, now settled in Nashik.

Sweetness just travelled from Kanpur to Bombay and then to Nashik.

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