There was an evening when I wanted to bring garlic and white onion home because I didn’t have any.
I passed an Indian market (from the name, you’ll easily predict that many Indians and Indian product available at this market) on my way home from the office. When I got those onions, I entered a small supermarket where I always stand for seconds just right after the entrance. There is a corner where they display plates, cups, and many kitchen stuff in affordable prices. I pretty remember that day I had to manage my monthly allowance but sadly, I couldn’t resist to bring home these buddies. Now, I should think how will I manage them in my suitcase when I’m going home for my annual leave.
Gah.
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