Parle-G for ₹2,400 in Gaza: A Biscuit That Broke the Internet and Millions of Hearts

Indian 5 ₹ Parle -G in Gaza 

In a world shattered by war and injustice, sometimes it’s the smallest stories that hit the hardest. A single packet of Parle-G biscuits—something millions of Indians grew up on—has now become a symbol of hope and heartbreak in Gaza, where a father reportedly paid ₹2,400 to fulfill his daughter’s innocent craving.

This isn’t just a story about inflation or conflict. It’s about what it means to love in impossible times.

A Daughter’s Simple Request

A video recently went viral showing a father in Gaza, holding a packet of Parle-G. His eyes were teary, and his voice cracked as he shared how much it cost—2,300 shekels (₹2,400). And yet, he didn’t complain.

"I don’t care about the money. I just wanted my daughter to smile," he said.

As someone who grew up in Nagaland, India, this hit me harder than I expected. I still remember buying Parle-G biscuits from the local shop for ₹2 or ₹3. They were a part of my childhood—dipped in tea, shared during tiffin breaks, or just eaten plain on rainy days. Even today, a small pack costs ₹5. Still cheap. Still familiar.

But in Gaza, the same biscuit now costs more than some people earn in a month.

Why Is Parle-G So Expensive in Gaza?

1. War Has Crushed Supply Chains

Gaza is under blockade, and trucks carrying food or daily items barely get through. Even basic items like bread and milk are in short supply, let alone imported biscuits from India.

2. Black Market Dominance

With no regular supply, a black market thrives. Prices skyrocket because people are desperate—and for something as rare and comforting as Parle-G, people will pay anything.

3. It’s More Than Just a Biscuit

It’s a taste of normal life. For that little girl, it probably reminded her of better days—or maybe it was something she had seen once and wished for. For her father, it was a way to protect her innocence amid the chaos.

For Indians, It Hits Deep

If you're from India, you already know—Parle-G isn’t just food. It’s emotion. It’s the cheapest companion to tea, to hunger pangs in college, or a school tiffin box staple. The yellow wrapper with the little girl on it brings back a flood of memories.

To know that this same biscuit is being sold for ₹2,400 in a war zone—it shakes you. It connects two very different worlds through something so simple, yet so powerful.

Growing up in Nagaland, I never imagined a day when something I casually bought for ₹3 would be out of reach for families elsewhere—not because of price, but because of war.

Children Are the Real Victims

In every war, it’s the children who suffer most. They lose homes, schools, friends—and sometimes their very childhood. What that Gaza father did wasn't just about giving his daughter a snack. It was about preserving a piece of her childhood that the war was trying to erase.

And that, to me, is the most painful part. Because I know how happy that small packet of biscuits made me when I was a kid. Now imagine needing to pay ₹2,400 for that same joy—and only for a few fleeting moments.

Global Outcry and Emotional Reactions

This story quickly caught the world’s attention. On social media:

Indians shared their shock and heartbreak, calling Parle-G "the biscuit that broke all barriers."

International relief agencies began raising awareness about the humanitarian crisis in Gaza.

People from all over the world donated or posted messages of solidarity, many moved by the father’s silent sacrifice.

💡 What We Can Do

If you're reading this, here's how you can make a difference:

Share this story. Let the world know what’s really happening—not just with governments, but with real people.

Support reliable aid organizations that provide food and supplies to Gaza.

Speak out against war and stand up for peace. Even if you’re far away, your voice matters.

A Biscuit Worth More Than Gold

To many of us, Parle-G is still just ₹5. Still available at the corner shop. Still comfortingly the same. But in Gaza, it’s become priceless—not because of the ingredients, but because of what it represents: love, sacrifice, and the heartbreaking cost of survival.

That father didn’t just buy a biscuit. He bought his daughter a moment of peace. A slice of her stolen childhood. And in doing so, he reminded all of us—what truly matters isn’t the price of the biscuit, but the value of love.

Would you pay ₹2,400 for a packet of Parle-G? 

That father did. And his story will stay with me forever.

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