WHEN I was seven...

When I was seven…

When I was seven, I realized that my mother was spinning a little story about the ice-cream cart.

See, back home, ice-cream sellers would drive by with ice-cream carts, ringing a bell, beckoning kids to run out and buy ice-cream. My mother, reluctant to spend money on ice-cream, would tell me that they would ring the bell when they had already sold out all their ice-cream. Of course, I believed her.

When I visited a friend’s house one afternoon, I learnt it was not so…

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