Parle G: A walk down memory lane
The evening started on a nice note when my hubby Amit said that he had a surprise for me. When he handed over his large packet of parle G biscuit packet that he purchased from an Indian grocery store in California, I was pleasantly surprised. It was just the previous day when we were discussing the sad plight of the company which was laying off employees. Holding this packet of biscuit in my hands, made me walk down memory lane. My first impression of the parle g biscuit was the face of the little girl on the packet cover. Something about her sweet expression caught my fancy when I was a little girl, so much that it became a favorite ever since. Parle G was my comfort food after Maggi perhaps. These crunchy bites became my snack in between meals much to the chagrin of my mom. Sometimes they would become a meal by themselves if my mom's dishes turned out to be my least favorite that particular day. Midnight oil was burnt accompanied with Parle G b...