We live in an apartment with strict guards guarding the entrance. Living in apartments means that any sellers won't be knocking at our doors.
But there are times, I kinda miss the convenience of having the food sellers on bikes selling their wares coming direct to our homes.
The one in the photo is selling breads. We affectionately call the vendors as Babu Roti (bread man). When I was small, the babu roti at my hometown was a jovial Sikh man who loves to play pranks on kids who would swarm his motorbikes when he came around.
At times, I do miss the convenience of having these food laden bikes coming to homes selling their wares. When I was small, the sound of their horns were a welcome sound. The food sold range from bread to ice cream to putu mayam to satay to pau (steamed buns) to many more. There are still these sellers peddling their wares now but I don't have the chance to encounter them much anymore.
Heck! I don't even see or hear the “Old Newspaper guys” doing their rounds anymore nowadays. The neighbourhood sure is quiet without those guys blaring their “Old Newspaper/ Paper Lama” recording over and over though. ʘ‿ʘ