As I got up on Saturday morning, I thought about which vegetable my mom will buy at the Bazaar. After all, that’s the day we usually go there.

            Just outside our colony, is situated a marketplace known as the Bazaar. It is the place from where most people in our colony get their veggies and meat from. It is pretty lengthy, and one cannot see both the ends together. Every Saturday and Tuesday, a short bike race takes place here. The winner, or his family, gets free products from there for one day. Maybe that’s why there is an entry fee for the race.

            Thus we left for the Bazaar. We heard the cheering at the race area. I am not really interested in the bike race, so my family went to the vegetable shop. I seldom have to go there.

            The prices here are very reasonable, and I am often surprised at the cleanliness of this area. The only thing I would call dirty here would be the floor outside which is often wet.

            My father decided to treat us today by taking us to a shop called the ‘Food Place’ for breakfast. The place was quite crowded. It felt as if the people were waiting there for our family.

            As we exited the shop, I noticed that the street had cleared and the race was over. I took a glance around, at the clean and bright shops, the stalls full of merchandise, the people shopping and laughing kids. But why were they laughing?

            The kids had formed a circle. Curious, I rushed to the scene. A man with a bald head, wearing a black suit and cape, was in the centre. He was probably telling jokes. After he was done, he started dancing on the stage. It was quite an amusing dance. Everyone liked it.

            Thus, this morning at the Bazaar was fun for me. The thought that makes me happy, is that I will be here again.