To those of us who can trace our childhood to the past three decades and beyond, one of the beautiful memories is the baker’s bicycle. The sight of a robust man, with the jolly proclamation of “paan paan” would trigger our taste buds at tea time. To our innocent minds he was a welcome visitor throughout the week, except on Sunday evening. His verbal sales pitch was accentuated with the ringing of the bicycle bell, which at times disturbed the resting dogs, and they in turn barked as he sped by. He was a man who influenced the moods of an entire neighbourhood , and was cheerfully greeted by the children. He cycled in the sun and rain, never did he complain.