A place lush in the culture of Old, ignorant to the ever-changing world around it. It stays the same, people having the same routines, the same structure, only being caught with age. I heard a man who spoke of Meena Bazaar and he told how it got its quintessential name. Taxi drivers nicknamed the place Meena Bazaar based on the beautifully decorated mannequins dressed in a gorgeous fabric, design, and jewelry. And ‘Cosmos center’ was soon to be called ‘Meena Bazaar‘ by the many who live around there,who find a living there and those who mean to spread the word of its beautiful markets housing spices, cultural wear, Temples, Items for prayer and so much more, if one can find it.
As a class, we were assigned to the task. Our task to find pictures that give justice to the essence of what Mina Bazaar was to be. And following up with that task was to make an observational on a story deemed fit to our liking. Our team and I , walked well past narrow pathways, through gateways leading to temples and the others to open water, harboring ships and sailors. Smokers, cleaners, and People of a heart ready to make their living from hours before sunrise and hours well past darkness. It was a place of such romance, such as heritage, and plain humanity. We found a narrow ridge housing a shop that caters artwork. and idols for worship. The man in charge spoke to us about his shop being subject to many news articles for its unique position through Meena Bazaar, literally. He spoke with such confidence and fluency. He claimed to have worked in the Bollywood industry for some time and have turned to take over his Grandfather’s business with an intention of continuing his legacy and resistant to it being lost in time. As I said, this place is filled in romance. As I walked in and around Meena Bazaar, vendors kept approaching my friends, bringing laughter and joy as they teased on their beauty and outspoken features. Not all malicious. But under bounds. We walked past the smell of spice. I sneeze often. We cross ground over water, in young boats that argue that they are stronger than they seem. Having seated in one of them with my friends. I am in love. Love with all that this place represents. The people with struggle, hardships, broken families, financial discourse all seem to harbor deep thoughts, smiles and joy. Such Humanity. Such diversity. Such Romance.
I knew in my heart that this my first time being and witnessing a place such as Meena Bazaar, but it surely wouldn’t be the last of it. God bless us all.
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