One of those countless times when I had got busy with something else, while cooking something in a pressure cooker….the safety valve had melted.
I have been meaning to take the lid to the nearby shop to get a new valve fixed …but you know how it is.
Then this guy came along with all the paraphernalia for repairing gas stoves and cookers,accomodated on his rickety cycle.
The lid got fixed .
The burners of the stove, which too I had been meaning to get replaced as they had developed cracks, got replaced.
Took a nice sum from me on the claim that it was brass.
I did have an inkling that he was making that up even as he asked me to weigh them in my hand and emphasising how much more heavier they were compared to the discarded ones made from iron .
The valve too, he charged twice as much .I know that for sure because I had paid for an earlier replacement from the shop in the neighbourhood.
The paint came off after the first flames made the metal glow with heat .
And I fumed for a while at being knowingly taken in.
And then I thought of him, doing the rounds the whole day.
And I thought of all the merry rides we consumers are taken on by the fancy outlets and the corporate brands
And I forgave myself.