The locality where I was born, had this golgappa wala ( what we say 'phhuchka' here ) who was the best one I knew for a long time. I remember he used to come in the evening with his make shift table top, and all of us would run after him to the end of the street where he would start his business. 

The memory is still there. so is the taste of the free ones he used to give us. Small things would have made us happy then.

Medium - brush-pen + photoshop (shall color it soon!)