very very busy, but she said she was going to market. he went with her, anyway.
the joy of going to market is inherent. he could only remember when market was a place full of activities when he went there with his mother at a pre-schooling tender age; the pungent smell of the meat stalls, the fluffy feathers from fowls killed, the excitation of poking into a fresh fish, the urge to trawl the sparkling shrimps, the earthy scent of the vegi stalls, and most of all, the appeal of the variety of fruits always plays a important part on his un-ending liking for fruits of any kind.
market was where human started trade in a big time.
though he is no trader, but it's in his blood to want to have something to do with market. what's that?
he wants to trade not goods, but ideas.
is there such a market?
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