A living story of a fruit market at night

Bananas, grapes, oranges, apples, and pomegranates arranged in the soft light of hanging electric bulbs seem to be competing with each other in color. When the city gradually calms down after the tiring day, this market gets a new life. The shop's awnings, bamboo poles, and fruits hanging on ropes portray a kind of rural-urban combination. This fruit shop is not just a place to buy and sell; it is a stage for the stories of life. Rickshaw pullers, laborers, office workers come here—everyone's needs and budgets are different, but the attraction to fruits is the same. The busy hands of the shopkeeper, the scales measuring the weight, and the bargaining of the buyer—all together create a lively rhythm. The yellow of the banana contains memories of rural Bengal, the sweat of hard work in the bunch of grapes, the message of well-being in the brightness of the orange. In the silence of the night, this market is a symbol of human vitality. This moment, caught in the play of light and shadow, reminds us—life is as difficult as it is colorful and promising.