People like you and me—not houseflies—put the buzz in bazaar. Strangers
who gather for an event that doesn’t need introduction at all. Everyone
is separated by a common purpose. We notice, bargain and buy while
making way for everyone to move. Somebody is earning a living while the
other is spending his livelihood. And while this unscripted drama is
going on, bikes try to grab our short attention span with their loud
honks. They are seldom allowed space THAT easily. Usually, their
patience along with grip on the clutch is tested. It’s more about
adjustment than movement.
N.B. It's high time you tried writing a 99-word shorter-than-short story on a given picture. The tribe is evidently increasing.
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