Certainly the old man is living in his little shop which is next to several glitzy bakeries - he sells home made fafdaa and jalebi, packs it in paper and gives it. He manages the store by himself.
And this little girl probably came to buy some fafdaa or jalebi. Something in the way she stands, in the way the old man is going about his work makes me feel warm. Makes me feel the existence of love.
It's a very nice feeling. A feeling that I associate with winters, with Christmas and New Year times, with cold mornings and bonfires. All the nice things.
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