Ravivar Karanja Sunday Fountain [literal translation]
Is one of the most prominent shopping areas in old Nasik,People around the city visit Ravivar Karanja and the markets surrounding it to buy household necessities ,clothes ,veggies and much more.
The market area blooms on Sundays and the main fountain at the center is overflowing on the same day hence the name Ravivar Karanja.
Clothes,house hold bits and bobs,jewelers,Seasonal delicacies,street food,fresh Vegetables,Fruits,Monsoon gear,Flowers and Puja sahitya (pooja prep materials) You name it,everything can be found in these markets .
Assortment of people come through these markets to shop and wander.The one glowing problem has always been faced is traffic during sundays due to people coming in cars and SUV’s which often leads to traffic jams and blocks.The most ideal way to travel is on foot and you can easily navigate through the alleyways and streets which cater specialties such as Biscuits,milkshakes and many such mouthwatering treats for the foodie inside.
Even though Malls and supermarkets have sprung up all around Nasik the old market remains still, offering quality goods at a reasonable rate.
She took out her pocket watch and started calculating how much time she had.The beauty of the watch could not escape her eyes ,the watch belonged to her father,a complicated figure.A man of ideals,a man of morals,stubbornness which seemed to have passed down to her.He died a traitors death executed by his own fellow men,tricked and set up by the fat regime which he had served for the past 30 years.She began to boil with rage ,her eyes welled with tears.She wiped her eyes with her sleeve,the action followed with determination.her father deserved justice ,he deserved more than the wretched death he was given.Those savages must be held accountable for such an abominable act.
Her chain of thought was broken by the nearby alarm.She returned the watch to her pocket,Stood up and walked towards the edge of the roof.It seemed that the guards had just discovered the body, they started to yell.Reinforcements were not far behind.She took out a silver locket out of her bag and tied her hair in a ponytail.she cranked her boots until steam was pouring out of the metallic joints.she pulled on her cowl covering her face,fastened the goggles.The sound of footsteps got closer and closer and there was a loud bang on the roof door.They didn’t have the time to try keys on the lock.She looked back towards the approaching onslaught of guards.
To achieve justice she had to be ruthless,she had to shed blood .There were no easy ways,no alternatives,no excuses.She had started from the tail of the snake and was now almost near its head.She could feel it,she had the answers now,but to achieve her goal she needed to escape.She needed to flee.She jumped over the edge of the rooftop as the guards almost reached her.The guards drew their pistols,shooting but failing to hurt the flying girl.A faint smile lit up the girls face.She was close.
via Daily Prompt: Flee