Happy Children’s Day 🤗
My childhood was pretty much like all the growing middle class families of India in the 90’s. My most vivid and beautiful childhood memory is a Sunday ritual performed by my Father and me.
I grew up in Ahmedabad, where Sunday Bazaar would be held in Old City. This meant a wonderful Sunday morning ride behind Papa on his Bajaj scooter.
This was my biggest adventure of the week, to roam busy by lanes of Old Ahmedabad city and help Papa with weekly grocery shopping. And after this tiring ordeal , Papa would treat us to a special South Indian breakfast, a filter coffee for himself and something super special for me, my only block of chocolate ice cream for the week.
This is my favourite childhood ice cream story let us know what is yours ?









