Tuesday Shopping in Weekly Rural Market

It was Tuesday Yesterday when nearby villagers bring different items and sell them in open market. They sell them cheap especially vegetables and fruits.

You’ll forgive my childish video but yesterday felt like a small festival. It was Tuesday, and the village traders had come to the gate of our society.

You can see men from nearby fields and colonies arrived before evening, baskets and crates on their heads and different type of carts. They even had battery lights for late evening business.

They set up their shops unrolling tarpaulins and stringing a line of bright tomatoes, green gourds, potatoes, and bunches of coriander, ginger and what not.

I wandered through with a my phone in my hand, and did the shopping. Prices were lower than the market stalls, everything including melons, bananas, mangoes cheaper than I expected, a basket of green cucumber that made salads for days.

The sellers smiled and boasted, telling me stories about their produce as if they picked them this and without chemicals but I know the fruits in this area are seldom free of chemicals so we avoid which we consider unsafe,

I saw a variety of melon with yellow skin which was new for me. I bought more than I planned because each purchase felt like helping someone bring their day’s work home.

An old man offered me a sample of mangoes but they were not fresh so I decided to wait for monsoon hopes. By 8pm the shopping was complete and I could see emptied crates and satisfied faces. The air was still hot and the smell of frying pakoras (fritter} from a stall.

I drove back, with my bag heavier full of vegetables on my scooter and my pocket lighter, I felt connected to a simple rhythm that city life often forgets. That was a nice experience.