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DECADENCE


It was all stillness outside. Not a single hawker  could  be heard today.  Everyday their shrill voices  caught her attention, and  she would , sometimes ,be disturbed. The extreme  summer heat  which was unbearable,  could almost scald them in the  hot Sun, yet they were there to eke out  a living in  such harsh weathers . But today it was  quiet outside. She asked her husband the reason behind it. He  told her that it was due to the Eid, the  festival  of muslims. But there should  be other venders  too, of other communities, to that he replied that they were few in number. And other businesses  too, small and  big were being  taken over by this community.

The  resplendence  of the festival of Eid  brought joy to the people  who gathered in  the open markets  outside  the huge mosques . It created  an  enchanting world of  colour and gaiety  yet , with an air which  seemed dense and  trapped,  not letting itself  flow and  expand in the open.The sartorial sense  of both the male and female reeked of some decadence. Out of the celebrations rose a plume of hoary past which got sucked-in in their morning Azan.

it was the next morning and she pricked her ears for the familiar cries of the vendors  and who  now felt no different to her than Others!

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