date:Sep 18, 2012
der was 10 when he joined the family business, which was run from a pushcart. (This store, which is really just a stand backing into a small one-room by the side of the corridor leading to the Madanagopalaswamy temple, came into existence five years ago.) His mothers brother taught him the ropes. And when he was not looking, I used to drink countless glasses of jigarthanda. Could that be why Qader is a walking-talking cautionary tale today, which mothers can tell their chocolate-bound children?