On a Saturday to Monda…

We left Voodoo’s cousin’s place at around 7:15 in the morning, nothing in mind as to where to head. The Sun was hiding somewhere behind the transluscent clouds and that mild breeze, unusual on a summer morning, was teasing.

Bojja said, “Monda?”.

I asked, “Did you get your camera?”.

He nodded and it was fixed. I was heading to Monda Market finally! Though not for the first time, I never went there without a purpose.

Monda market. Lying on the way from the busy-ness of Secunderabad Railway Station to the business of General Bazaar, Monda is one of the oldest market places in Hyderabad. At around 7:30 in the morning, as we entered the lane, it was still calm to my surprise. Gunny bags filled with vegetables were moving in, from the backs of aged lorries, on the backs of sweat-wet men and women. Yesterday’s trampled green swept into small piles laid every here and there . While a few were sifting the vegetables into heaps of various sizes probably to attach different price tags, a few others were busy with their everyday morning rituals. While a few were half way through their first dose of the day’s Adrak Chai(Ginger Tea), others already got into their seats alongside their common balances. So this is how that vibrant, energetic and abuzz devil of Monda Market looked in its early morning laze! The beast still asleep, I wondered.

We walked around for a while, had two cups of Adrak Chai (Ginger Tea, if you are wondering) each, a plate Poori with Pappu and Koora, did some random clicking and ambled out. The Chai was awesome and the Poori, filling. It was indeed a ‘Good Morning’.

“If only a Poet is born into a family here to describe the beauty…” -Bojja Rajesh

P.S: I’ll try to update post with the Photographs snapped as and when I make time to take them from him.