A Busy Market

Looking around me all I could see was a mass of people pushing, shoving and shouting. The heat was unbearable. Squeezing myself through minuscule gaps trying to find some sort of exit however luck wasn't on my side and it looked like I was stuck here, surrounded by the essence of body odor and whatever that abomination of a smell that was wafting from the nearest fish stall. I can't cope with this whatever convinced me to go to the Market on a mid Saturday afternoon. I have to get out of here or I might just possibly explode in a rage of anger

A market place is a very busy place where people go to buy articles of their needs. It is a centre of attraction for both buyers and sellers. There is no other place in the area having so much brisk business as the market.
I always find a big crowd there. There are several shops, all decorated beautifully. Big shops look more attractive. Businessmen come here from far and wide for purchasing or selling their products. The market is always crowded with carts, horses, donkeys and camels. They come loaded with the produce of the season such as cotton, grain, oil seeds, vegetables, etc.
Whenever I visit a market I find the hawkers shouting loudly to sell their goods. They try to attract the people by several names. Generally they sing songs in praise of their goods. They face hard competition because there are several hawkers selling the same article.
As the prices of the items are not fixed, the hawkers as well as the buyers do bargain. I watch these people who feel greatly satisfied after purchasing a thing at a minimum price from the hawkers.
The market is at peak in the evening. There is not a single shop where a big crowd is not seen. Everyone seems to be in hurry. There are jewellery shops which shine brightly in the light. Cloth shops and ready-made garment shops do great business during a festival.
The hotels and restaurants are also crowded with people. Some people are seen with plates of 'chat' others are seen