An evening at the bazaar
Blue skies speckled with clouds
Stepping out with an air of expectancy
The ride silent and cool
As we turn the corner
Fragrances of pristine roses and jasmines fill the air
People are bustling about
Different destinations in mind
Vendors call out to passers-by
Narrow alleys lead to seemingly petite shops
Loaded with a myriad collection of sarees
With shopping bags full we start homeward
Written on: 29/6/11
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