Thoughts4fire

 It's Sunday, the holiday for all. But in this village Sundays make the town crowded. The town will change to a market in the evenings, every Sunday in Vadavalli. Both sides of the road will be acquired by vegetable sellers and buyers. On other days Vadavalli seduces people with the steep mountain range that heads up far away in the clear blue sky as the omniscient observer, protector, and the large tree that has people from the sun where birds chirping pierces into your ears but the native feels the best music there but on Sundays, the atmosphere will be completely different, Vadavalli changes it's entire structure, the surroundings will be filled with noisy bargaining the smell of onions, garlic, chilly, and the stinking tomato, the sweetness of milk bun, cotton candy, the strong tea, coffee and the reek of human sweat.  We were about to quit the days romping around for shopping. Suddenly one among us remembered our plan to make chatt, we were about to cross the road suddenl...