Delhimarketing

Turned a corner today. Dusk fell on the bazaars around the Jama Masjid and I sauntered off beneath the bright bulbs strung between buildings and I breathed in.
I breathed in. I took my time. It can be hard to take your time with so many eyes on you, but I ignored the stares and took in the market around me. Fresh-baked smells and every shopkeeper a photograph in himself, every doorway a story. Stacks of goat’s heads in the meat market and the beggars seated outside a market café, waiting patiently for fresh naan. The call to prayer coasts in on the encroaching darkness, and white caps and long robes are rushing past me, hurrying into tiny streetside mosques, flitting through the narrow doorways into tiny oases of peace and prayer.
I felt at ease, and I felt joyful to be surrounded by this vibrancy, this life. Just people living, and me waltzing among them, observing.