The bazaar is one place I enjoy a lot. Especially in small towns, where the concept of air conditioned malls hasnt intruded yet. Here in the bazaar amidst all the noise and commotion, I usually find interesting stories, subjects for my photos or sheer inspiration.
I was in Muzzafarnagar, a small town in UP, attending a marriage function, when I sneaked out to see the local bazaar. Armed with my camera, i ventured into the crowded lanes to discover the town.
After the usual grocery, bangles, footwear, woollen shops, came across a house which had a very old and rusty look to it. At the front were piled earthen-pots and what we call “kullads” – the clay tumblers which were so common in Indian rails almost a decade back.
Through the crack of the door, I found this old potter working on some earthen jugs and tumblers. I asked him if I could come in and watch him do his art. He not only complied but gave me a crash course of sorts – taking a new lump of clay and showing me how “simple” it is.