Bazar (بازار)| Market
The market, which is called bazaar(بازار) in the Urdu language. We all know what the purpose of going to the bazaar is. We also have good knowledge about shopping. All women know first.
I don't do much shopping but I like going out shopping with my aunt. I mostly went shopping with my aunt. But I was never a fan of it. But I like going out for shopping at night. Because everything is covered with light and dark. When I was a child, I didn't even like shopping at that time. Whenever we had to go, I just bought my stuff and started getting nervous about going back home. Since childhood, I have social anxiety.
I don't remember but I went shopping with my aunt more than with my mother. Although I don't buy anything. Still, she always asked me to go with her so I used to ask my mother and she always allowed me to go. So, going out with my aunt just to listen to my music, because our taste in music is similar, I remember downloading trending songs for travel. It was a good time. My main goal was to eat. We always stopped at the food court.
I have some memories of our last shopping trip. So, we headed to the shopping mall at night. And then we went to a shopping street in 📍Multan, Pakistan. It was around 7 pm, and I was browsing through the different stalls with my aunt while my uncle was waiting for us in the car. I love capturing moments. There I did.
I caught my aunt at a stall who was probably looking for jewellery or lace. The whole street was sparkling with golden lights. Such a magical street. I personally prefer indoor markets because it defines the pristine beauty. And the people there who make noises coming to their stalls are somehow annoying but sometimes it is quite funny. I don’t remember exactly what we bought that day but we also went for jewellery.
It was a peaceful night because there were clouds. I don’t remember what we ate that day but I remember that I went home late. Such memories are good. But now I hate going out. I now have that uncle vibe who doesn't care about anyone just looks at the phone alone with a cup of tea.
But my interests are like getting the things I want. So I have to get out.
Your memories with your aunt feel so warm and nostalgic. The way you described the bazaar lights, the night atmosphere, and those little moments you captured in photos made the whole scene come alive. It’s beautiful how simple outings can turn into lifelong memories.
I personally don’t go to the bazaar for shopping because it feels very difficult for me. The rush of people and the crowded environment make me anxious, so I usually avoid such places. But reading your experience felt calming and reminded me how different and special these moments can be for everyone....
I have social anxiety too, but sometimes it needs someone as company so I give mine.
And I think everything can be beautiful if you have the right eyes to see it. I adore that you see my perspective as like I want you to see.
I like the way you think. It’s rare to find someone who sees things the way I do too...