About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular muttered under his breath as he pushed his shopping cart past the shelves of exotic spices: ‘Why is everything here so darn expensive?’ Suddenly, an old man in a turban appeared from behind the stacks of papadums and replied, ‘Because, my friend, these prices are set by cosmic karma!’ The regular laughed, shook his head, and said, 'Cosmic karma, huh? More like cash-and-carry!' The old man just smiled and disappeared back into the shadows, leaving our hero with a bag of mystery spices and a newfound appreciation for Indian grocery stores. As he walked out, a delivery driver passing by whispered, 'At least it’s cheaper than trying to buy happiness in that place.'
2. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver noticed something unusual in the parking lot of Gandhi Bazar 620. Curious, he approached and saw an old man slowly pushing a shopping cart filled with random items. ‘Good morning,’ said the driver. The man turned around, smiled warmly, and replied, “Morning! I’m just collecting donations for our neighborhood food drive.” The delivery driver nodded, shook his head, and thought to himself, “Next time I’ll bring my own cart.”
3. At dusk, while restocking shelves, a delivery driver found an old, dusty globe hidden among boxes of canned goods. Curious, he picked it up and noticed an unfamiliar country marked on its surface. As he turned it over, he saw that the country was labeled ‘Zambalia,’ with no mention in any atlas or map. When he showed it to his colleagues, they all agreed it must be some long-lost land from ancient times. Soon enough, rumors spread through the neighborhood—people started visiting just to catch a glimpse of the mysterious globe. And every time someone asked where Zambalia might be, the delivery driver would wink and say, 'Ask me again tomorrow!'
4. In the early hours of one Saturday morning, a delivery driver heard soft giggles coming from inside the empty aisle. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw a small child, laughing at the rows upon rows of spices arranged alphabetically. The driver approached gently, thinking maybe the kid was lost. But when he asked if everything was okay, the child just pointed towards the shelves, still giggling. Turned out, she was playing a game her mom taught her—matching the colors of spice packets to make rainbows. The delivery guy left with a smile, promising himself to visit again sometime.