Short Story: Kismi Bar




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Remember the days when you were just a little kid,
unaware of the world and people around you?

I do. I remember everything clear as crystal.

I often went to local market with my parents to buy weekly
grocery. After making all purchase, the friendly shopkeeper would ask which
toffee I wanted. (Then chocolates were for the rich kids, not the largely
middle class neighbourhood

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