“Maya ki maya”, that is what Mumbai is all about. It is a very interesting story of a broom which I bought to sweep my sweet, beautiful and posh house (mistaken, it is a flat). This flat is much better (or I could say, the best that BPCL can provide in Mumbai, which they bought 30 years ago) than my last accommodation.
That evening was very soothing and that natural brisk of water droplets was filling the fragrance in the nature’s beauty. On that happening evening, instead of enjoying I decided to buy a broom to clean up my apartment out of dust and rust. So, I took my junior (came for training) and moved out in search of the broom. We went to all the stores nearby my apartment but price for those sticks of dry grass clubbed and tied together in a long hollow pipe closed at one end was touching the sky.
There was a time when I, with my mother used to buy same little pity broom at a cost of hardly 20 bucks! But here, in sector-17 same costs huge 65. I got shocked, stunned, and cold blooded after listening to that bloody shopkeeper words for that pity thing. I argued that how could price of an object like broom rose more than 3 folds within a period of only 1 year. But that poor fellow was gummed on MRP. I tried to bargain a lot but all of my energy went in vain.
I didn’t give up my hope and my bania woke up in me. I walked down many sectors, explored almost 2 miles and strolled for almost an hour to get same broom in 35 bucks.
