This is more of a detailed post than my usual photo posts of Friday.
I love visiting weekly haats/markets. The array of goods laid out with an abundant variety of colours, shapes and sizes, the people (buyers, sellers & onlookers) and the energy in the air, never fail to mesmerize me and I often feel like a lil’ girl in a candy shop. As a little girl, many a times I accompanied my Deuta (that’s what we call our father in Assamese) on this Sunday morning shopping sprees. I remember moving from one stall to another, awestruck at the variety of stuff laid out in rows, in one big field. Deuta used to pick the choicest vegetables from the lot, bargaining here and there and at the same time giving me tips (which I now find quite valuable) on how to select the best one and the things to keep in mind while buying each one of them. I guess the memories attached to these Sunday haats are what make them more enjoyable for me, even today.
Since my Maa is in town, one weekend we decided to visit one of the local Sunday markets and re-live my fond memories. So armed with our shopping bags, we reached Beltola Bazaar (this one is a bi-weekly market which opens on Thursdays & Sundays from morning till late in the evening) at around 10 in the morning. The shopkeepers had slowly settled down and all their wares were laid out in front of them.
Originally this market was a traditional weekly fruit and vegetables market and an important trading point between the people from the Khasi hills (Meghalaya) and the local Assamese people. Previously, Beltola was also the seat for a small protectorate of Ahom Kingdom, principally assisting administration of the Borphukan and in maintaining relations with the communities of Khasi Hills.
Over the years, this market has grown and apart from fruit, vegetables & other agricultural produce, one will also find stuff like variety of spices, hand-woven gamochas, etc., low range clothing items, footwear, locally made knives and other kitchen tools and various other knick knacks of daily use. Most of the items sold in the market elicited some memory I associated with some particular dish made out of it..…be it my mother’s, my grandmother’s or my sister’s recipe. 🙂
Just after we reached there, it started to drizzle and hence I could not click any good photos. But the rain could not deter the shopping spirits of Maa and me. We bought many kinds of vegetable including herbs and the leafy ones, bamboo shoot, various kinds of chillies including bhoot jolokia/ghost chillies, some small river fish and freshwater prawns, etc etc till our hands could not carry anymore bags. 😛 I guarantee you this market is a paradise for fresh produce and it’s very hard to resist not picking up things. By the end of it, both of maa and I were totally exhausted and decided to head back home, reserving some energy, for once we reach home, we will have to start preparing for the lunch as well. 😛
The Deoboria bazaar (that’s what we call the Sunday market) experience was so much fun and satisfying that I have made a promise to myself that I am going back there more frequently and next time I will click photos to my heart’s content to capture the essence of it. 🙂