My gammy lives in Nipani (a tiny place right on the border between Maharashtra and Karnataka). It is infact a very tiny place, and one can literally walk the whole city in a day (circumference and through). Since I have been born (my sister was 5 then), every school break / her summer vacation, we have been spending a good long 2 months with our grand-parents. My grandfather would always take us to the small market area, which had all possible stalls in one location ; vegetables, clothes, shoes, libraries. You name it and you can find it there. It was a major market area for the city, all located in one place.
His kiosk couldn’t be any bigger than a 5x5 stall. He would have a massive kadai filled with sand kept on a stove burning with coal. That aroma, I can never forget. Hot sand and coal smell, with rice roasting in it, is a whole different experience! We would always get 3 - 4 big bags of murmure from him, as he was the best in the market. Sitting on my grandpas shoulders, i would be holding on to two bags and my sister would be carrying one big one. Apart from finishing almost half a bag by the time we reached home, my nani would make Bhadang out of those for us to snack on, through the rest of our vacation.
Those were, are and would always be the best tasting churmure EVER! Even now, whenever we go back to India, it's a permanent request for my aunts to parcel me a big bag of churmure and nothing else.