The Dudette: My Visit to.......

It was a crowded place. People were busy in their respective chores wanting to complete them as soon as possible. Simple shabby shacks lined along the creepy wall were stacked with each other, wanting to come out distinctly. The market was beside a tree, one side totally resembling an Indian party while the other attempting to be a sophisticated one. The buildings across the roads were quiet but it was loud and noisy here - the morning chitter-chatters of the people echoing around with the sweet and light smell of mogra, marigold, rose, and many other strong and different flowers too.
The bargaining power of every Indian woman was at display here. Everyone wanted to prove the 'cost and benefit' theory right thus grabbing the best quality with no discoloring, not even a single type of defect. It should smell good, it should look good and the best point it should taste good. (Yeah! even flowers are eaten.)
Even men were fighting selling their drama off. Funnily enough, they must have learnt this from their wives. The freshness and quality you get here was evident from the massive bunch of people trying to enter the market by pushing each other away.

But I don't like this thing. The thing of selling something so beautiful, so priceless. These aren't just for the sake of our satisfaction because something only looks nice when it is in its responsive place. Wish people would understand the significance of 'position' in their life.

*** For people wondering why have I written this, lemme tell you that I haven't been to any flower market any time-not literally. Actually, I went to a fish market(No well I'm a vegetarian but I just took a glance there. ;) ) Flowers were fish, the beautiful smell was of fish and the entire atmosphere was of fish market.
So I had this idea of why not change the smelly market into a flower market in my mind. I did it....although I had to lose my senses literally for that. Closing your eyes in the middle of somewhere and when you open your eyes, your dad looks at you and asks "Whatya doing?" and you say that it was just a mere headache is crazy. But I had fun. Things like this mean to me 'cause they don't let me down. Keep on shining.