"What do you sell O ye merchants ?
Richly your wares are displayed...
What do you weigh, O ye vendors?
Saffron and lentil and rice.
What do you grind, O ye maidens?
Sandalwood, henna, and spice."--- Sarojini Naidu
As the day ends in the city of joy, the corporates and the clerks , the policeman and the postmaster drag their monotonous steps with their usual 'baajar er tholi' to Gariahat Market. Dingy sepia toned grimy alleys illuminated by light bulbs, the smell of fish and the subaltern visuals reflects a life beyond highrises and multiplexes.
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