Croissants, a popular-ish brand in Mumbai if not anywhere else, has opened a branch nearby. For those not in the know, they make croissants, of course, and the most delicious, scrumptious, melt-in-the-mouth pastries (heaven must feel like a bite of that Dutch Truffle). They also sell something called bread. For four days last week, they were out of bread, whatever time of the day I asked for it. The standard response each time was, "madam, abhi-abhi koi le gaya". This conversation happened on Day 5 and left me all confused.
"aap roz kitni bread laate hain? ek?"
"nahin madam, do."
"bahut zyada laate hain!"
"nahin madam, zyaada nahin laate. yahaan koi bread nahin khareedta."