About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Iknoor Threading Center’s parking lot—a small box wrapped in plain brown paper, sitting innocently among baskets and shopping bags. Curious but cautious, he took a closer look only to find an old, rusted key inside. The delivery driver grinned, thinking it must be some prank or lost item from one of the customers. He decided to keep the key as a souvenir, never guessing its significance. Months later, while cleaning out his car, he found himself humming an old song and absentmindedly fiddling with the key—only for it to fit perfectly into the lock of his own apartment door.
2. A curious delivery driver parked his truck outside Iknoor Threading Center one afternoon and couldn’t help but notice a strange pattern forming on the sidewalk. Tiny threads of different colors were weaving themselves into intricate designs that seemed to change every few minutes. Curious, he approached closer and saw an old lady patiently guiding the colorful threads with her fingers. She smiled warmly and said, 'Just helping nature weave its magic!' Turned out she was just decorating the street for Diwali festival. The delivery driver left smiling, thinking maybe some days even sidewalks get threading appointments.'
3. A little girl walked into Iknoor Threading Center with her mother, clearly fascinated by the colorful threads hanging from the ceiling. As she approached the counter, her eyes widened when she saw an intricate design being created right above her head—she reached up, trying to touch it, but no one seemed to notice her tiny hand reaching for the air. Finally, someone noticed her small hand and gently pulled her back. The little girl giggled, realizing that what she thought was a magical thread was actually just decorative string. Her mom smiled, whispering, ‘It’s okay, sweetie—it’s not real magic, just art.’
4. Late one night, a delivery driver parked his truck outside Iknoor Threading Center and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—until he caught a whiff of something sweet yet strange, like honey mixed with lavender. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice whispering, ‘Next please!’ The delivery driver burst into laughter—apparently someone was still getting their threading done late at night. As he drove off, he waved goodbye to the silhouettes inside, thinking it might be time for him to book an appointment too.