Growing Up Desi
The Biscuit Tin Lie
Andar biscuits kabhi nahi hote the. Phir bhi har baar kholte the.
Tin wahi hota tha.
Round wala.
Kabhi blue. Kabhi red.
Upar biscuit ka photo.
Dadi ki almari mein rakha hota tha.
Thoda upar.
Haath poora nahi pahunchta tha.
Kabhi chupke se kursi kheenchni padti.
Kabhi pair shelf pe.
Bas awaaz nahi honi chahiye.
"Andar biscuits kabhi nahi hote the. Phir bhi har baar kholte the."
Andar biscuits kabhi nahi hote the.
Phir bhi har baar kholte the.
Lid uthate hi woh same cheezein.
Dhaga.
Buttons.
Safety pins.
Kabhi measuring tape.
Ek second ke liye disappointment hota.
Phir aadat.
Phir next week phir kholte.
Jaise is baar system change ho gaya hoga.
Actual biscuits jab aate bhi the...
zyada der rehte nahi the.
Kabhi neeche ek aadha broken biscuit mil jaata.
Wahi reward hota.
Kabhi ek biscuit mil bhi jaata toh ek ek karke nikalte.
Pehle ek.
Phir thodi der baad doosra.
Jaise kisi ko pata nahi chalega.
Dabba permanent tha.
Biscuits temporary.
Aaj bhi purana tin dikhta hai toh haath automatically khulne chala jaata hai.
