market
A market place is the place spread out in a specific area, where a variety of goods of daily requirements are available for purchase by customers. There are an umpteen number of markets all they catering to the daily requirements of the public, and they are placed close to residential areas for the convenience of the customers.
I had heard a lot about a market called Chandni Chowk in Old Delhi but had never seen it. Once this year, in the month of October, on the occasion of my sister's marriage, when my mother was going to Chandni Chowk for shopping I insisted that I would also like to accompany her. My mother and even my sister tried their best to dissuade me from going but, I insisted.
They even told me that there would be too much crowd and that a child of my size may get suffocated there. However, I heard none of their comments and pleas but insisted on accompanying them. We started on our journey from Vasant Kunj and even when we were just half way through, my patience gave way as, the distance was forbidding.
Nothing could be done in the matter now, and I had to keep quiet as, I had myself put the suggestion and locked a noose round my neck. After about one and a half hours on the road we finally reached the much talked of market - Chandni Chowk - the biggest and oldest market of Delhi.
What I saw in this market in the first place was a sea of men rushing up and down everywhere on all the roads. It appeared as though all the people were just rushing to some very important mission to and fro on the roads. The sight of the crowd the one of the like I had never seen before just frightened me out of my wits, and, I already started wondering why I opted to come here. As we proceeded towards the shops yes, I was really impressed. There, all, yes all items of consumer needs could be seen in plenty but all the shops were just too crowded.
Since we had gone there for shopping for my sister marriage we also had to wade through the crowd and do our work. First,
I had heard a lot about a market called Chandni Chowk in Old Delhi but had never seen it. Once this year, in the month of October, on the occasion of my sister's marriage, when my mother was going to Chandni Chowk for shopping I insisted that I would also like to accompany her. My mother and even my sister tried their best to dissuade me from going but, I insisted.
They even told me that there would be too much crowd and that a child of my size may get suffocated there. However, I heard none of their comments and pleas but insisted on accompanying them. We started on our journey from Vasant Kunj and even when we were just half way through, my patience gave way as, the distance was forbidding.
Nothing could be done in the matter now, and I had to keep quiet as, I had myself put the suggestion and locked a noose round my neck. After about one and a half hours on the road we finally reached the much talked of market - Chandni Chowk - the biggest and oldest market of Delhi.
What I saw in this market in the first place was a sea of men rushing up and down everywhere on all the roads. It appeared as though all the people were just rushing to some very important mission to and fro on the roads. The sight of the crowd the one of the like I had never seen before just frightened me out of my wits, and, I already started wondering why I opted to come here. As we proceeded towards the shops yes, I was really impressed. There, all, yes all items of consumer needs could be seen in plenty but all the shops were just too crowded.
Since we had gone there for shopping for my sister marriage we also had to wade through the crowd and do our work. First,