n the golden haze of a sultry Indian afternoon, when the air hums with the rhythm of a billion lives, a simple act unfolds, a hand reaches for a biscuit, a rustle of foil heralds a handful of spicy namkeen. This is not a snack. It’s a sacrament, a fleeting poem of crunch and comfort, a billion-dollar ritual that has woven itself into the beats of a nation’s heart. How did a humble nibble become India’s cultural and economic muse?
