We are told that long ago, when the air was still clean, this shift in the season was detected by the appearance of chikki sellers on our mohalla streets. The other day, we found young Mustafa with a treasure trove not only of chikkis but also its other cousins — revri and gajak, though we didn’t care for his piles of peanuts. Most would buy the chikki, of course, but quite a few of them also got laddus made of puffed rice. The chikki seller sits on the road just outside Rithala station. The stretch has a few other similar stalls, each manned by a young man like our Mustafa.

Source: Hindustan Times November 16, 2017 07:18 UTC