Markets are loud, stinking and striking reflections of a city. There is no better place to appreciate the spirit of a neighbourhood or the state of mind of its people.
The winding streets of the old market in Bhuj are true reflections of its evolving nature. The Shroff market in the old town, housed in an old british garrison, dates back to 1883. People inside buy and sell fruits, vegetables and spices. The building, parts of which were rebuilt after the earthquake in 2001, is quite charming and stands at the corner of two streets that are bustling with traders and tourists.
I have a long passion for markets. I could spend hours in one, walking, observing its life, its colours, the familiarity of its faces and the conversations it churns out. It is here that daily stories are born and passed on.