The rays of the sun seeped through the dust of the Earth making it red and cold.
To breathe the air of war-polluted Indraprastha, I was wondering about. Having walked for long I heard humming sound. Far away, were a lot of commotion of confused souls contributing significantly in the wholesome chaos – Indian Market. All this excited me. I headed towards it in the intention of knowing, discovering and understanding people.
The silky dusty road was broad. The rays of the sun seeped through the dust of the Earth making it red and cold. With the path, the stalls ran parallel as far as my curious eyes could see. The shops were skillfully woven to the road. Some brightly embroidered, on some dull and withered.
….sarees designed with gold and silver wires as well as sarees printed with natural dyes.
The existence and dominance of caste system in the air and veins of people was clearly evident. Different castes had prescribed attire. Nobles, foreigners and merchants were the first preference. The local farmers had to wait, while the shudras were literally shooed off even from the grocery stores.
Anyhow, even with all these evils, the marketplace was lively. The garment shop had sarees designed with gold and silver wires as well as sarees printed with natural dyes. There was cream coloured dhoti with violet linings. The red and yellow turbans were the final touch.
Adjacent to this was a utensil shop. Walking past it, I could smell copper and brass, strong. There were bigger, better kitchen equipment than machines could offer. They were well carved, far from decorations and warranty – lifetime.
On the other side was a shop with commodities brought overseas. From far I figured that they were bargaining. Actually, bargaining is in our genes, our benchmark.
Quite simply, the middle-aged men were sucked in the war and wiped out and this market was an easy escape.
I gathered all these fragments of thoughts and tried to channelize it to a faint melodious tune that found it’s way through the chaos, eventually into my ears. Heading towards it, I saw a few artists setting the musical instruments on a stage-like platform. It must be a concert.
What was amusing, was the stall of snacks and vendors selling toys for kids. A crowd had gathered here, comprising mostly of women kids and old aged. Quite simply, the middle-aged men were sucked in the war and wiped out and this market was an easy escape.
Here I end my 4th chapter part I. Hope that you enjoyed it.
Meet you in part II.
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