The street

Every Sunday, after a late afternoon "chai" there is a street that slowly comes to life.
Roadside vendors setting shop. Stalls and sheets are spread and the prized goods are on display. Books.
So it is a crimson, chill evening with sparse yellow light, people looking for a their buy. They focus well, and the place is generally quiet. Pensive silences together.
There is also some haggling going on, but all in all a very blissful picture.
The finds here are amazing. From pirated books to yellowed paged publications to illustrated fairy tale books, they have it all.
Numerous vendors, numerous people, happy faces.
Added to this quaint charm is the fact that the books are pretty inexpensive. Deilicious bound copies sometimes cost a two figured number!
The joys of reading are infinite, and of being in a place like this, greater still.