Sundays become marketainment when one shops for groceries, veggies,
snacks and so on. Be it supermarkets or the local vegetable market, the crowd
of families and specially with kids is quite a scene. Insistent on pushing the
shopping carts, nagging parents for another stationery item, crying until the
chocolate is not bought, and tugging at parents’ hands to lift them up in the
middle of a crowded queue are familiar sights from the little ones.
The cows seem to occupy a lot of the road space when shopping for
vegetables from local markets. The smell of fresh cow dung keeps the flies away
from the vegetables while the roads ‘go green’ besides the water sprayed by the
sellers on the greens, leafy greens actually to keep them fresh under the
blazing hot sun.
One cannot miss the roasted groundnuts on a wheeling cart, corn cooked
in portable cookers and raw corn toasted on pieces of coal on simmered fire,
tea stalls with whiffs of cigarette to add to the mass market feel, and
colorful balloons and toys that attract kids and their cries to this Sunday
market scenario.
Be it churches, temples, mosques, or any other place of worship, the
religious commitment to reserve quiet on an otherwise plan it all and do it all
on Sundays is quite an achievement. Here too the crowd to connect to their Gods
and give Him/Her weekly offs is a unique public phenomena.
The sun seems to set sooner on Sundays as another week gets ready to rise.
With a heavy heart to let the curtains go down to wrap up this weekly
marketainment, the next 6 days feel longer than the queue in the supermarkets.