Remembering the cutest bookseller (Burma)
Now that we can’t go to Burma, I miss the breakfast - mohinga and milk tea but I what I miss the most is bargaining for that old book with the neighbourhood bookseller. I am the one who always ends up agreeing to her price. Sometimes I feel that I should not bargain at all and let her have the quoted price. But I think she enjoys the bargaining. And I enjoy her winning smile.
