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.
The market was full of people, some shopping before returning to their villages full of bags in which the dreams of their children for this festival is packed, some were still shopping and getting their turn to spend money. It seems that nothing is about money: it is all about happiness and joy what one brings in this festival.
Shoppers were also trying to sell their things as quickly as possible. They also have to return to their home to celebrate the festival with their family and waiting go get enough money so they could buy the requisite pleasure for them.
The scene was chaotic but the charm had enough strength to make me encircle the whole of market which seems to be full of never ending crowed. I was amazed to see the eyes of the people even those who seemed to be earning pretty less but were still able to find things for their beloved. No sense of tragedy was there, one can feature easily the villagers are still having the sense of their life which gives the idea of rural identity.
I can easily identify the city dwellers and villagers. City dwellers were tensed and in somewhat of hurry, this was absent in the villagers who seem to know the practical notion of life.
People were still riding their bicycle coming far from their villages and there was no one to tell them the sustainability or the idea of zero emission. They are sustainable by default, and had nothing to prove it. No one had any value to put on the ride what they do each and everyday, kilometres what they ran was not the talk of their town. The green by default.
The crowed was such that a policeman wearing the jacket of traffic police was standing just i