The narrator walks through a flower market, taking in the scents of jasmine and noticing the precarious stacks of plastic baskets and broken stools holding the flowers for sale. Scattered old and rotting flowers lay on the floor, getting trampled by passersby and vehicles. A child runs around causing chaos as his tired mother shops, until an aunty hands the boy some flowers to pick apart in an effort to keep him occupied, though he soon throws a tantrum amidst his mother's flower selection.
The narrator walks through a flower market, taking in the scents of jasmine and noticing the precarious stacks of plastic baskets and broken stools holding the flowers for sale. Scattered old and rotting flowers lay on the floor, getting trampled by passersby and vehicles. A child runs around causing chaos as his tired mother shops, until an aunty hands the boy some flowers to pick apart in an effort to keep him occupied, though he soon throws a tantrum amidst his mother's flower selection.
The narrator walks through a flower market, taking in the scents of jasmine and noticing the precarious stacks of plastic baskets and broken stools holding the flowers for sale. Scattered old and rotting flowers lay on the floor, getting trampled by passersby and vehicles. A child runs around causing chaos as his tired mother shops, until an aunty hands the boy some flowers to pick apart in an effort to keep him occupied, though he soon throws a tantrum amidst his mother's flower selection.
The smell of Jasmine wafting through the air as i try my
hardest not to step on loose flowers that escape their
owner's grasp. The huge plastic baskets and makeshift baksets placed on a singular metallic plate as it's foundation which was placed on a tiny broken stool somehow defying all laws of physics. The old and rotting flowers lay scattered on the floor at the mercy of passersby and vehicles that trample a few unlucky ones. The old paint at the market bearing a musty smell masked by the fragrance of the flowers seem to have chipped of in a few places unmasking the naked cement underneath. A child of maybe 5 runs around unleashing chaos as the poor fed up mother diverts her attention to more important things, flower shopping. One aunty took pity at the clearly attention seeking child and handed him some flowers to pick apart. Petal after each petal the child grew irritable and threw a tantrum in the midst of his mother's shopping spree.