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Like a blizzard

The crowd undefined. Measure in spirits, not the hopeful ones but the one from wants. A place that is characterized by swirls of purpose, storms of movements and acts like a blizzard.

Probably the most promiscuous of all market places, Crawford market of Mumbai has a story that could be anywhere from a short story to a multi-season soap opera. It takes you on a shopper's high - one that cannot be defined in any book or calculated by any algorithm. If you need something, its there. If you don't, there's more. How is it different, you ask?

How does a random mumbling of words differ from singing? How do words differ from sentences? How do flowers differ from gardens?

The rhythm of this place, between the indoor vendors, the outdoor sellers, the workmen who move material from one place to another, slapping through the air bags of wishes over the heads of thousands of believers! Yes, I make it sound like a religion!

Words you have seen. Works that you haven't. Name it and you can have it. Money is what you ask, answer is what they have.  The questions are you and me. Homemakers, business owners, go-getters, small and big, new and old.

Beautiful is the fragrance of the mix of different emotions - happy to be satisfied, passionate to get what you want, exhausted by the sheer volumes and pumped up with the adrenaline.

Go - Feel the Blizzard!!


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