The recent news story about CCD's founder makes me re-think about our life's choices and the allocation of our time.
Surrounded by people who are ready to share unsolicited advice and direct the course of our lives - meeting Naresh, the clothes seller, was a breath of fresh air.
I take this opportunity to slightly digress from my daily chronicles of hawkers and street vendors, and highlight one of the dying professions of the city. Meet the bhishti in my Blog K.
The pride that he took in what he did was for me the best level of workplace satisfaction! Meet Shiraz in my blog J!
Right under the tree on which hangs a hoarding displaying details of his venture, he brings the art alive with his ink of love.
Monday mornings can be daunting, but not for Proloy, know in my Blog G about his little shop selling beautiful artifacts!
I visited a market of a different kind last week. Several rows of boats neatly anchored alongside a pier with hawkers assigned a boat each to sell their wares. While curious buyers made their way through the narrow pier to reach the boat-shop of their choice, the sellers anxiously waited for people to come and... Continue Reading →
Dainty yes but they're also fierce. Fierce in all their endeavours! Meet the flower sellers of India's largest flower market.
Mohammed seemed to draw inspiration from his scarves. Soaking in everyday a colour at a time, akin to his scarves. Some days were blue and lazy, others were fiery red, even a mundane green for vibrancy.