10/11/2023
My Write-Up
Visit to a Market Place
Helping my parents in household works fetches me an uncanny satisfaction. There is no explanation why it encourages me. Perhaps it is my parents' guidance.
The other day I had some leisure to indulge in. There were no groceries and vegetables at home. My mother found no dish to cook. My father was called. I took to heels to accompany him.
The smell of a market place was never-seen-before to me. The fussy fruits and vegetables vendors,the skinny egg-seller,the dumpy butcher with a harsh voice,the fish-sellers with their cunning trade cry made a perfect scene of pandemonium. The raw smell of fish was unbearable. I took out my handkerchief. The chickens were innocent-looking. I had feelings for them. The clucking sound filled the entire market. Heap of garbages was really irritating. How can people in the market manage to stay with garbages? I wondered.
The tea-stalls and sweet shops at least had some sophistications. The morning was beaming with the cacaphony around the tea stalls and sweet shops. The busy steps were moving everywhere in the market. I could experience a snippet of Kolkata. Market is a place where we learn to adjust with our neighbours.