The Day I Took my Family to Sunday Market.

Yesterday was sunday (29/05/2011) and fittingly it appared to be a very beautiful day for people who need rest.. The bright sunny day with light occassional drizzle in between to cool off the heat, it was a perfect outing day for a family too. so I decided to take my family (including my father, who is recovering from his sickness and mother who is looking after him) to non other than to Thimphu vegetable market, also known as Sunday market. Of the two market (one that sold vegetables and other that sold handicrafts and garments) we decided to go to the latter first 

All my family shopped crazily like they have never been in the market before. As for me, with my little daughter clinging on to me like an infant monkey. there was little I could other than to watch them buy different stuffs.

My mother had her own shopping list. -Starting from sickle to dry fruits and kira to tego. She also bought many  items which were in fact not included in her list. She bought trousers for the kids of my sister who is currently looking after our ancestral house in Shingkhar. she also bought a bundle of broom!

Like my mother, my father had his own idea of shopping too. He said he wanted to buy a pair of drum (nga) only to be surprised by the enormity of the price tag (Nu 3500 per piece). Apart form that, he insisted that he wanted to buy a  plastic sheet, large enough to pitch a tent for his remaining yak calves (out of 19 yak calves he had, 15 were killed in a fire disaster in the month of January 2011)

Like their grandfather and grandmother, two of my elder daughters had their idea shopping as well. My elder daughter dyingly  wanted to buy a gown (she calls it Cinderella gown) when her younger sister actually wanted to buy a multi colored balloon with a rubber handle. When their demand was turned down by their mom, I saw them shedding tears of anger under the shade of gown and balloon respectively.

After spending nearly an hour there, we finally decided to heed back. As we slowly approached the traditional bridge that separated the two markets. There were tow beggars who said payers aloud (Jimba Tobgay) at the entrance. There were also few others who demanded public sympathy by begging. few looked healthy while most who begged were old and wretched ones. Few were dumb and few even blinds! we gave what ever little money we had to all of them and came back to the parking lot came back home.