At the market.

Ishwar Pati The market place was chock-a-block with evening shoppers. It was a car-free zone and two-wheelers too had to be parked to one side, affording the shoppers carefree freedom to roam from shop to shop. The evening being pleasant after a hot summers day, I had taken my wife there by scooter. My role ended after I had dropped her in the midst of the madding crowd. Far from being a connoisseur of shopping, I dreaded these outings with my shopping-maniac wife. So we had reached a gentlemans agreement (a ladys agreement, if you prefer since it was she who called the shots) that I was to provide the transport by car or scooter (no buses please), while she would spare me the …