Bazaar within walking distance, an event which would last for month, where people gather around or perhaps, bump to each other when they expected least. Variety of foods was displayed, where the frequency of finding the same food is equivalent high, which depends on our luck and choices made of which would become our meal of the day, whether we would like it or toss it to one side and refuse to eat it. Unplanned activities taken place, such that to walk ourselves all the way for food due to sudden cravings, to bump into friends whom we’ve missed though hour is spent within the same area, to realize not all desires are to be granted, though it smells good and it tastes bad. Never once it comes to our mind that similar incidents might take place, where the trust in between would be put to test, where the heart is to break once again, where confidence and efforts alone do not help giving us what we wanted most. There may be plenty of stalls and choices in the bazaar, but when we are to narrow down our preferences and favorites, there would still be the unsatisfying, where we might want something more, where we are limited by our dreams and desires, where we are trapped within our imagination, where we are all put to test.
