#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all, we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge and on consecutive or alternate days we heard a ting ting a mesmerizing bell ringing across the alleys & a sweet fragrance looming in the air.....
And in a minute or two we would see an ice cream seller making his way down the alleys towards the bank of the Barak river, where we all were gladly waiting for him -talkative & a story teller, a small round pleasant man with wrinkly pink face & milky white flowing hairs, just like Santa.... he smiled & in a sing song voice wishing us a merry day....he use to open his magical casket which he had brought along and with delight we use to watch the parpharnelia of casket being unfolded ...
delightful homemade rainbow flavours,
rose bar, vanilla, strawberry, chocolate & lip...