Essay : A Village Fair
About fifteen miles from my town, there is the tomb of a saint, Makhdum Rashid. To celebrate his death anniversary a fair is held in the first week of June every year.
Last year, I attended the fair and I retain very happy impressions of all the sights and the sounds that I enjoyed, there. It was a cloudy day and on the way, I saw a number of villagers, dressed in their best clothes, going merrily to the fair. They appeared to be in high spirit, some of them even danced and sang for joy.
A number of booths and stalls, constituting the bazaars of the fair, met my eyes. Only such articles as suit the needs of villagers were sold at the shops. The chief among those were the earthen-pots, bells for oxen, toys, shoes, lathies, copper and brass vessels and ornaments. Crowds of customers stood at the sweet-sellers’ shops. Girls and women were busy purchasing earrings, pins, bangles and other articles of small value. In the midst of a vast crowd, I saw a juggler. He was accompanied by two confederates, one of them played upon the flute, while the other beat a small drum. The juggler was holding the villagers spell-bound by his clever feats. The simple villagers looked at him with wonder and felt almost delirious with joy at every new trick.
Evening came on and the villagers began to disperse. All of them carried something or the other, tied or wrapped'in a piece of cloth hanging from their shoulders.
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