It is my grocery day
walked out with my big bag
took a five hundred rupee in hand
felt I had a lot of money in my pocket
reached the store well in advance
the doors remained closed
sat there for a time
watching the passers by
the grocer came rushing
apologising for being late
in went I with my bag
and my five hundred rupee note
handed my list to the grocer
he went through and looked at me
strange was his look and perplexing
he said in a subdued tone
this amount would not do
require another two five hundred
I was taken aback and stood startled
never mind he said in a lighter vein
I would pack the things
you can pay me later
my face fell down in shame
well, in which era I am
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