Akriti misses the bhindi wale bhaiyya on the streets.
In America, grocery shopping entails driving herself to a supermarket, multiplying everything by 82, guilt-buying a couple of chocolates, and returning home, wasting half a day and feeling bored out of her mind.
This wasn't the case back in India; her home was in the main market, where veggie stalls were all around.
Right outside her doorstep, there would be this kaka or bhaiyya slicing fresh coconuts with coconut water.
He never let her slip by without giving her a refreshing drink, sometimes even in the house 🥺.
Then just a few steps away was this bhindi wale bhaiyya her mom used to bargain with.
She'd bargain with all the veggie vendors, but this bhindi wale bhaiyya would get equally stubborn before finally giving up.
It used to be full-on entertainment for the entire family. :P
This might sound funny, but she still pops her head out of her room window sometimes when she hears a loud noise. But it's never any veggie stall.
Life in America has a lot of merits, and she has adapted to most of the lifestyle changes.
But these little things will always have a special corner in her heart...
And if you're an Indian immigrant in the U.S., we've created a close-knit community where we support each other through everything.
It's not exactly like home, of course, but sort of a home away from home.
We'll leave the link there for you!
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