every sunday as the sun comes up into the sky the sellers make their way to the intersection of roads that forms the haat, the bazaar. huge blue plastic bags and large gunny sacks are brought in on strong and able shoulders, seasoned with the passage of time and roughened by the weight of life. there are over-stuffed auto rickshaws and arguing van drivers to be dealt … Continue reading have you been to a village haat / bazaar / market?