“Juice Avocado. Juice orange!” she squawked to draw the attention of the passersby. There were few other carts, next to them, hawking tasty ethnic foods, and they all had an unspoken, stiff competition among themselves to attract the customers, in spite of having excellent camaraderie – survival of the fittest.
“Avocado Juice– Jus aplokat,” Yanti hawked in high pitch drawing the notice of the shoppers who looked at her smilingly but didn’t buy as they’re going to the market and might try her stuff on their way back home.
The chilled Avocado slush, laced with sweetened chocolate, milk cream, was quite popular with the shoppers who’d quench thirst in the strong, scorching summer. The sweet coconut water, slathered with a concoction …show more content…
Soon, few more vans arrived carrying sturdy, combat cops who positioned themselves outside the market, wearing fluorescent jackets, shield gears and electric batons in hands. The shop-owners were gobsmacked when the municipality officials ordered the owners, mostly those in the northern half of the market, to vacate their shops within fifteen minutes. “Take your stuff out!” commanded the chief, a bearded, bald and tall guy, to the visitors and the sellers to take out their motorcycles, bikes and push-carts, parked on the adjacent empty land next to the market. “Vacate within five minutes,” he thundered. Owners came out of their shops, few tried to take their stocks out, in vain, before relenting and gasping for some air. “It’s impossible now! Within such short time,” was the reaction in …show more content…
Debris, mortar, sand and woods were haphazardly all over the place and the wreckages were loaded into few huge trucks to dump into the sea. It’s unbelievable that three hundred shops that were live and standing few hours ago, were nowhere in the picture. It’s become a leveled ground. It’s a complete jaw-dropping act. Meantime, hundreds of curious passers-by and onlookers gathered, stopping their vehicles for a moment, to have a glimpse of the demolition drive. The paparazzi and shutterbugs clicked continuously though the cops forbade them to do so; crews from the TV channels recorded the snippets of the wailing shop
“Avocado Juice– Jus aplokat,” Yanti hawked in high pitch drawing the notice of the shoppers who looked at her smilingly but didn’t buy as they’re going to the market and might try her stuff on their way back home.
The chilled Avocado slush, laced with sweetened chocolate, milk cream, was quite popular with the shoppers who’d quench thirst in the strong, scorching summer. The sweet coconut water, slathered with a concoction …show more content…
Soon, few more vans arrived carrying sturdy, combat cops who positioned themselves outside the market, wearing fluorescent jackets, shield gears and electric batons in hands. The shop-owners were gobsmacked when the municipality officials ordered the owners, mostly those in the northern half of the market, to vacate their shops within fifteen minutes. “Take your stuff out!” commanded the chief, a bearded, bald and tall guy, to the visitors and the sellers to take out their motorcycles, bikes and push-carts, parked on the adjacent empty land next to the market. “Vacate within five minutes,” he thundered. Owners came out of their shops, few tried to take their stocks out, in vain, before relenting and gasping for some air. “It’s impossible now! Within such short time,” was the reaction in …show more content…
Debris, mortar, sand and woods were haphazardly all over the place and the wreckages were loaded into few huge trucks to dump into the sea. It’s unbelievable that three hundred shops that were live and standing few hours ago, were nowhere in the picture. It’s become a leveled ground. It’s a complete jaw-dropping act. Meantime, hundreds of curious passers-by and onlookers gathered, stopping their vehicles for a moment, to have a glimpse of the demolition drive. The paparazzi and shutterbugs clicked continuously though the cops forbade them to do so; crews from the TV channels recorded the snippets of the wailing shop