I don’t really enjoy shopping trips. I usually accompany my mum to markets, and end up being the donkey, just carrying the shopping bags around, and not talking much.
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CRAWFORD MARKET |
So as usual, I wasn’t very excited when ma told me we’ll be going to Crawford Market. But this trip turned out to be the most unusual, for reasons I still don’t understand… The place is beautiful! Everywhere you see, you find people. Industry defined everyone’s life. The first thing that I felt about the place was energy. There was so much of it, that you couldn’t help but acquire some of it. No wonder, once you start spending there, there’s no end to it…
They say you get everything here. From pots and pans to food, clothes to shoes, medicine, interior decoration, personal care, woodwork, and what not. This is the place where I heard, “kitna piece chahiye?” when a costumer enquires about costs. It is probably the only place where I saw people selling towels, and also safety pins (!) in kilos, and water melons in scores. There were craftsmen, artists, designers, mullahs, illegal drug dealers, bribed policemen, shopkeepers with pirated CDs, MMS and blue film dealers, everything.

People say you get everything at Crawford market. I wouldn't deny.
nice!!!...the hidden aspects behind the drudgery of daily life..:)
ReplyDeletethanks... nice to see someone does read :)
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ReplyDelete:) thanks di!
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