I entered his shop and the shopkeeper immediately stood up in attention to greet me.
Come in, come in Sir. How can I help you?
I asked for the price and he quoted Rupees 40. I am also a crazy fellow. I brought the perfumed charcoal to my ear and told him that it says that my price is not as high he quoted. He immediately recognized my insanity and quoted Rupees 30.
His shop was full of colorful elements for devotional purposes. Incense, perfumed oil, bell, camphor, saffron, this and that I was really fascinated by the collection and started talking to him.
He showed me his shop and we talked for a while, till his brother came in and blasted our conversation. He was quite angry about the whole scene and requested me to leave so that he can attend other customer; although there were none.
It might have been a short stint but an interesting one. I packed my perfumed charcoal, actually the impotent perfume charcoal and started walking. On the way, I was talking to myself on coming back to him and hear some of his colorful stories. Suddenly, I got very inquisitive to check the product for its foreign identity. But nothing, there was no mention of where its’ made.