The Bazaars of Sholinghur
I like those evenings; I still love them. Who will not?. My school days, like everyone of us, were very exciting. I must be studying 5th standard then. Me and my pal Vijay we used go together that day was no different. The Bazaar was crowded so much as it was festival time and town is breathing slowly because of sudden arrival of tons of new people from surrounding villages. Lots of new faces; faces filled with oil and sweat; faces coated with fair and lovely and ponds talcum powder; faces with attractive eyebrows with thick mascara lines; Ears loaded with kilograms of golden earrings and duplicate ones.Shirtless men; men with their bullocks, buffaloes, goats and not to mention their dry eye and lips.Children holding their parents hands amazed by town`s moving vehicles; neatly dressed school children with a heavy backpack and a fluorescent lunch bags. Me and vijay suddenly felt lost in that new crowd. On seeing an Ice cream parlor we hopped in with a huge sigh of relief and asked for arun ice cream. After finished eating we kept walking towards Subba Rao`s street. A street with beautiful garden houses; houses with high walls; Indian bank and of course, girls with vanilla faces. If we were lucky we can get wink from them or wink at them and they`ll respond with a smile. A rich aroma of mutton biryani came from Manimekala's hotel which is at the entrance of the street. We stared at each other`s face and smiled; its our plan that one day we will earn a lot and have mutton biryani together.Even the street which used to be free of vehicles and unknown faces was with new souls. So instead we turned back and headed towards perumal koil street and post office street. The crowd actually slowly started attracting us. We saw a new street guava shop by a village grandma. We asked the prize she told that she`ll give three fruits for 1 rupee instead of two for we are school children.
