The Amazing Grocery Shopping experience in my village! Nostalgia #7
In one of my previous posts about Nostalgia, I expressed my desire to revisit some memories that evokes strong emotions in me and are special. Click here to read the Nostalgia series.
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One day my mom’s aunt (I call her badi nani – big grand-mom) asked
me to come along when she was stepping out to buy vegetables and few other household
things.
I thought we were going to some
small market but I was in for a different experience.
First, we went to a house to get
matchsticks. Not buy, but pick up. Next, we went to a house that had a small
patch of land where cabbage, cauliflower and bottle gourd were growing. My nani
asked for a lauki (bottle gourd) and
the house owner plucked one fresh from the farm. I was so thrilled!
I realized that we didn’t pay
for anything that we bought. After listening to their conversation, I finally
understood why. People in my village still followed barter system –an old
method of exchange when money wasn’t invented.
You see the main market was
very far. So people who regularly went to market bought and then exchanged goods
like matchsticks, candies for grains, vegetables, milk and milk products with agriculture
& animal farmers.
My maternal family cultivated
wheat and corn. Then there were cows and buffaloes for milk. The excess produce
after reserving a portion for personal use was sold to neighbours and in the
market (if any left).
While walking back from this
amazing & unique grocery shopping experience, I noticed a brinjal plant. I
plucked a couple of them and ran as fast as I could because I was scared the
owner would find and beat me for stealing his vegetables. Hahaha
I'm sure things have changed now in the village. But I'm glad that I got a taste of authentic rural life at least once.
I'm sure things have changed now in the village. But I'm glad that I got a taste of authentic rural life at least once.
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