How are you all? I hope you are all doing very well by the grace of God. I am also doing very well by your prayers. I am going to start today's new post by greeting and congratulating all the brothers and sisters of 'ccs' on my behalf. Today I am going to present to you the feeling of the moment when two friends went shopping together. My friend and I went shopping at Gangni Bazaar one winter evening. We captured special moments there. Today I will present those special moments.

That afternoon, I took out my motorcycle to go to the market. There were light clouds in the sky, and there was a kind of silence around. The weather was mildly cold since it was the winter season. I rode the motorcycle to the market. At first, everything was going well. But suddenly, halfway through, on a deserted road, the motorcycle started making strange noises. After going a little far, the engine suddenly stopped. I tried to start it many times, but it did not respond. I parked the motorcycle on the side of the road and tried to understand the problem. It seemed that maybe dirt had entered the carburetor or there was a problem with the battery. There was no garage in sight nearby. Finally, I was forced to start the motorcycle. After going a little far, a gentleman helped me and I was able to take it to a nearby mechanic's shop.

The most beautiful moments of friendship are formed through small experiences, such as going to the market together. My friend Maruf and I went to the local Gangni market to buy some essential items. The afternoon passed by repairing the motorcycle. So in the evening, the shopping activity started when we reached the desired market. The atmosphere was quite pleasant, the light cool breeze and the underworld feeling made our hearts feel good. As soon as we entered the market, we saw rows of fresh vegetables. Maruf has a special feeling for vegetables, so he was choosing tomatoes, gourds, and cucumbers with great interest. I went to the fruit shop and bought fresh oranges and apples. Bargaining was also a fun game for us, there was a light competition on who could bargain better. Then we came to the glass and hard work shop. I needed to buy some white boards. So the two friends came to the hard work shop and tried to buy the necessary things.

Then the two friends came out to another room nearby. There my friend wanted to buy some things for him. I noticed there was a very beautiful parrot. I didn't have anything to buy in this room. My friend bought his things. Then I came to the room that sells bedding. From there I bought door curtains. And like this, we continued our shopping for quite a while. When the shopping was over, we decided that it would be better to organize a little food and drink amidst all the busyness. That is, we like to eat things like jhalmuri, so we were looking for someone who sells jhalmuri.

A perfect evening has descended on the busy market of the city. The bright lights on both sides of the road, the noise of carts and horses, and the bustle of people make the market seem very lively. At this time, two friends walk into the market. It is as if they have just left after shaking off the fatigue of the day. On one side of the alley is a small cart of jhalmuri. The aroma of spices spreads around, as if awakening the empty spaces in the stomach. The jhalmuri man skillfully mixes muri, onion, tomato, coriander leaves, green chilies, mustard oil and lemon juice to create a very tangy and delicious mixture. The sizzling sound of mixing the spices, along with the light smoke and the pungent smell, all combine to make each moment a moment of joy. The two friends, holding jhalmuri thongs in their hands, stand on the side of the road and talk while eating—school days, old love, office troubles, laughter and jokes about life. The sound of the jhalmuri and the warmth of the conversation combined to create a unique feeling. After finishing our meal, we packed our shopping and headed home on our motorcycle. Then we stopped next to our village school. After completing some work for my friend there, we reached home.