A local ice cream factory was within walking distance from our family home in Thane. When we’d walk past it at 4 pm, we could smell milk boiling in a giant wok, with an older man stirring it at regular intervals. During summer, we would spend our pocket money on buying a choco bar, made right in front of our eyes. The milk bar was dipped in melted chocolate, then put in something that seemed like a blast freezer and was served within minutes. Sometimes, these were pre-made and kept. It was the best Rs 7 we spent during the summer.