In a delightful turn of events, Begum embarked on a Sunday morning adventure, proclaiming, “Let’s head to the Sunday market; there are some items to buy.” With unwavering determination, she persuaded her reluctant husband, who reluctantly complied, and they set out on their journey.
The Chatter on the Way
Throughout the journey, Begum kept her companions entertained with intriguing anecdotes and riveting tales of her friends’ good fortune and their husbands’ quirks, all while her vehicle cruised toward the bustling Sunday market.
Begum’s storytelling took them to the heart of the market, where she meticulously scrutinized prices and quality. She compared her findings with the rate list posted by the vendors, ensuring that she got the best deals.
The Curious Attempt
At one point, I tried to divert Begum’s attention, but she dismissed my efforts, remarking, “You’re too quiet… If you were as astute as you seem, I’d have sent you shopping.”
Dismayed, I turned my attention to a vendor selling exquisite pashmina shawls.
A Change of Plans
As they arrived at the market, Begum expressed a desire to visit the spice market. Our car changed direction, heading toward the spice haven.
Even during the market exploration and shopping, Begum kept her companions engaged with stories of her friends’ good fortune and their husbands’ peculiarities, without missing a beat. Her own fate remained almost a mystery to her.
A Spicey Encounter
During our expedition, I spotted a spice shop and asked Begum, “Have you ever tried paan?”
Begum replied with a touch of nostalgia, “I had it once with my university friends. You’d think I’m your university friend.”
She added humorously, “My friends were really beautiful, but let’s not talk about it; I’ll just end up crying.”
