Visiting markets in India has its own charm, especially in rural markets where the real India appears out of its womb to disperse the idea of its uniqueness.
I was visiting one of the Indian city rather a town surrounded by several rural villages. The market was huge, shops specially came in being just before the day of Deepawali, one of the biggest festival of Indian mind which is celebrated across the continents since ages and mostly known as the festival of lights. I was visiting an area around Shahdol, Old Sabji mandi (vegetable market) and near Gandhi Choraha (Gandhi crossroads), one of the famous monument of the city.
Shoppers were selling things which are not only required in this festival but everything what one could buy and it has not changed since centuries; or shifts of changes are not such extreme that can reduce the identity of Indian soil.
Firecrackers, rice flakes, fresh peanuts to dry peanuts, fruits, vegetables, cosmetics for rural market, clothes, etc.