Travelling by foot has become a norm, since the doctor has advised me to 'walk' as much as posiible daily. But it is so uninspiring to walk in a park, or along marine drive, just for the sake of walking. I prefer to do anything only if I have a goal in mind.
So if I have to visit Crawford Market for 'fairy lights' or for buying a matching duppatta from Mangaldas Market just next to it, then of course one has to walk from Metro theatre, unless you hire a taxi or own your own vehicle, because Metro theatre is the stop closest to the market, along the bus route from my house. So there is a reason to walk upto the market area. On the way, I always look out for familiar sights that are quite inspiring in their ingenuity.
Just opposite St Xavier's school, across the road, there is a handcart with carrots, beetroots, oranges, mint leaves, all arranged very decoratively, by the juice vendor. Everytime I pass that way, I realize that he changes the decorations made by the fruits and vegetables that he juices. And then further, wafts of hot popcorn entice the senses. As I walk along the road towards Crawford Market, window shopping is a treat, and pavement shopping along the stalls that sandwich pedestrians all along the path. Underwear, handkerchiefs, hair clips and earrings and necklaces, purses and ladies' bags, toys and shoes, trinkets and goggles, fridge magnets and story books, salwar kameez and camisoles. And when I reach the corner which turns into the 'A to Z' shop lane, the stalls selling artificial flowers and plastic wares appear. And in the melee of shoppers, the walking hawkers selling clips, bubble guns, large shopping bags, table mats, the mad rush of humans of all shapes and sizes, squeezing between each other to move on, to bargain with the roadside hawkers selling cutlery, stationery, carpets, slippers, and even second hand clothes.
The crowded road is also a traffic zone and the shouting of hawkers selling their wares, is compounded by the honking of cars, taxis, two wheelers and handcart pushers. If ever you are feeling lonely or forlorn, then a walk through these lanes will surely make you feel better.
So if I have to visit Crawford Market for 'fairy lights' or for buying a matching duppatta from Mangaldas Market just next to it, then of course one has to walk from Metro theatre, unless you hire a taxi or own your own vehicle, because Metro theatre is the stop closest to the market, along the bus route from my house. So there is a reason to walk upto the market area. On the way, I always look out for familiar sights that are quite inspiring in their ingenuity.
Just opposite St Xavier's school, across the road, there is a handcart with carrots, beetroots, oranges, mint leaves, all arranged very decoratively, by the juice vendor. Everytime I pass that way, I realize that he changes the decorations made by the fruits and vegetables that he juices. And then further, wafts of hot popcorn entice the senses. As I walk along the road towards Crawford Market, window shopping is a treat, and pavement shopping along the stalls that sandwich pedestrians all along the path. Underwear, handkerchiefs, hair clips and earrings and necklaces, purses and ladies' bags, toys and shoes, trinkets and goggles, fridge magnets and story books, salwar kameez and camisoles. And when I reach the corner which turns into the 'A to Z' shop lane, the stalls selling artificial flowers and plastic wares appear. And in the melee of shoppers, the walking hawkers selling clips, bubble guns, large shopping bags, table mats, the mad rush of humans of all shapes and sizes, squeezing between each other to move on, to bargain with the roadside hawkers selling cutlery, stationery, carpets, slippers, and even second hand clothes.
The crowded road is also a traffic zone and the shouting of hawkers selling their wares, is compounded by the honking of cars, taxis, two wheelers and handcart pushers. If ever you are feeling lonely or forlorn, then a walk through these lanes will surely make you feel better.
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