Memoirs of a lost World

In the morning he woke up by the call of the door bell and sound of someone knocking on the door. He opened the door and found one of the home guards standing along with two boys, one 15-16 years of age and the other around 12 years of age.
‘Saar, I didn’t want to disturb you’, said the homeguard.
‘Ok, but you probably did’, Amit replied.
‘Saar, these boys use to sell milk to Mr Goswami’s phamily’, the guard said.
The boys smiled proudly in a sense of achievement.
‘Ok, then you can continue to sell milk to me also. But what is the rate?’ Amit asked.
‘Sir, Rs 16 a kg’, the elder boy replied.
‘You think I will believe it. You are charging too high’, Amit asked, ‘Sell it at Rs 12 a kg and I will buy it or I will get the packet milk’.
‘Saar, we buy milk at 13 Rs a kgfrom our uncle. And Goswami Sahib used to pay that much only. He didn’t raise the rate even once in last three years. Our uncle gets Rs 14 a kg in the market and the quality of that milk is not as good as we have to supply to the SDO Sahib’, the elder boy gave all his trade secrets innocently.
‘Then I will pay you Rs 14 a kg and nothing more’, Amit said.
‘Sir, my uncle has declined giving milk at Rs 13 a kg any further. Please pay us more otherwise I will lose everything’, the little kid was almost in tears.
‘Ok, tell me honestly, how much you will have to pay your uncle’, Amit said in a stern voice.
'Sir, Rs 14 a kg’, the younger kid replied for the first time.
‘Ok, then I will pay you Rs 15 a kg’, Amit replied.
‘Saar, just think we have to come all this far from that village in the rains. Our slippers get spoilt faster than the money we will save in one month’, the elder one argued.
‘No! You make Rs 30 a month from one house. I will buy a litre of milk every day. At your age I didn’t make that much money. And I hope you study after the morning work’, Amit asked.
‘Yes Sir, but the master rarely comes to the school. We do go to school to play. But how can you drink 1 kg milk alone. How many people are you?’, the smaller kid expressed his concern.
‘’Well I am alone. But if you give good quality milk, I can buy more’, Amit replied.
‘The previous SDO’s family used to buy half a kg of milk for all of them and this Sahib will buy 1 kg milk’, the smaller boy asked the elder boy in disbelief.
‘Don’t waste my time. I will buy more milk if it is good. And I don’t eat fish so I have to drink more milk’, Amit tried to quell his doubts.
‘How can you have your lunch without fish?’ the younger boy was becoming more suspicious of the credentials of the animal he was talking to.
‘Let’s go! Let’s go!’ The elder boy said, ‘Sir, please see that you raise the rate of milk to Rs 16 after one month. You can check that I will bring the best quality milk’,
‘Let me see first and I will measure the quantity of milk myself. I have a measuring litre in the kitchen’, Amit threatened.
‘Throw us out if you get a gram less’, the younger one said taking up the challenge.
Amit realized he had wasted a lot of time in those discussions. In any case, he had nothing else for the breakfast so he boiled the milk and had a glass of it as he got ready for the office. He had no idea what would await him next.