The holiday morning market is full of fresh vegetables and a piece of peace.

Friday means peace of mind. Forgetting the busyness of the whole week's work, the luxury of waking up a little late and spending time with family. However, for me, Friday morning is a little different. It is my old habit to go out early in the morning, dressed in a holiday mood. And the destination is the local raw market.

The atmosphere of the market is completely different in the quiet of the morning. The crowd has not yet gathered around, but the vendors have arranged their stalls very carefully. The main purpose of coming to the market today was to buy the freshest vegetables. In the busyness of the city's mechanical life, it is not always possible to buy vegetables. So I choose this holiday morning to choose the freshest vegetables of my choice.

As soon as I stepped into the market, I saw rows of vegetable stands. Gourds, bitter gourds, brinjals and various vegetables plucked from the tops of trees. Just by looking at them, I can understand that they have come directly from the village. The fresh scent and bright colors of fresh vegetables bring life to me. This joy of choosing vegetables while chatting lightly with the vendors is completely different. The familiar scene of bargaining with the customers and the smiles on their faces is an integral part of life.

You can see the familiar scene of the market in the picture. The ripe banana bunches hanging in front of the shop made of bamboo poles, the green round eggplants arranged in clay pots, and the collection of gourds all together make a great scene. People also come early in the morning, with the sole purpose of getting the best vegetables in their bags. Coming to the market in the morning, the hustle and bustle of the people, and the fresh gifts of nature all bring a different kind of joy to me on Friday morning.

When I was returning with a bag full of fresh vegetables after shopping, it seemed as if the fatigue of the rest of the week had been washed away by the joy of buying these few vegetables. I may not have time on other days of the week, but for me, going to the market on Friday is not just shopping, but a piece of my own love time. My heart is now filled with joy as I look forward to preparing lunch with those fresh vegetables from the market.