India Imports

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, as customers were leaving ‘India Imports,’ a strange voice would occasionally announce over the store’s speakers: ‘Your rice is calling you home.’ No one knew whose voice it was or why only some people heard it. One day, an elderly aunty entered the store and started humming along, thinking it was a new song. She even danced down the aisles, waving at everyone she passed. The next morning, the whole neighborhood gathered outside, waiting for her to come out—and sure enough, she emerged, still singing softly, with a big smile on her face. From then on, whenever anyone heard that mysterious voice, they’d just laugh and say, ‘She must be shopping again!’

2. One morning, while stocking shelves at India Imports, a delivery driver noticed an unfamiliar box labeled only with the words ‘Special Order.’ Curious, he opened it and found a sign reading: ‘To activate, say “Spicy Surprise” three times aloud.’ Smiling, he said it once… then twice… on the third time, the entire aisle filled with spices so intense that even the most adventurous cook would run for water! The delivery driver quickly closed the box, muttering, 'Never again.' But from that day on, whenever someone asked where they could find the best Indian ingredients in town, everyone knew who to ask.

3. At closing time, an elderly gentleman approached the cash register at India Imports and asked the clerk with a twinkle in his eye: 'Excuse me, do you have any special imports today that might make me dance like a monkey?' The clerk smiled knowingly and whispered, ‘Today’s special import is something called “masala” powder—add it to your curry, and watch out!’ The old man laughed heartily, paid for his groceries, and left, humming a merry tune. Ever since then, customers say they can often hear him dancing around his kitchen on weekends.

4. In the early hours of one Saturday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside India Imports. As he unloaded crates from his truck, something glinted in the moonlight—a small wooden box, wrapped in faded brown paper. The delivery driver picked it up curiously and opened the box to find a tiny brass elephant, intricately carved with ancient symbols. Smiling, he placed it on a shelf near the spices section. A few days later, an elderly neighbor stopped by and asked if anyone had found a lost temple treasure. The driver just laughed and said, ‘Probably just another import from India.’