Write a creative writing based on your imagination on a crowded market.
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I had heard that a fish market is the noisiest place in the world. But last Saturday, when I visited the local vegetable market, I felt that probably the expression “fish market” contained half truth only. Perhaps it was the vegetable market which was the noisiest place in the world. I felt that it was like out-Heroding Herod in its own way.
It was not only the noise that was so conspicuous but perhaps the mud, filth and stench there broke all limits of decency and human tolerance. I wondered the fortuitous stamina of those who worked there and no less of those who went to purchase vegetables from there.
I, however, realized that just as I was compelled by circumstances to go there, others might also be sailing in the same boat of constraint and compulsion.
Actually, as if coincidentally, a horde of rough mannered, thick-skinned guests descended in our house that day without my prior intimation. All of them had their separate tastes and demands and it was certain that they would create an infernal state in our house if their demands were not met.
I could not depend entirely on my servant. I took him with me and ordered him to carry a few bags with him.
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