Over the weekend, me and Darling went to see my family back home (Makandura , Sri Lanka ) and my dad took us to the Sunday market which was quite a treat for me coz I had been dying to go back there.
When we were small, my father would take me to the Sunday market and I would trail behind him with a basket in my hand. My father would buy vegetables, rice, meat and fish. I would stand under the huts selling goods and wait for him to finish shopping.
There would be sellers screaming the items they sell and their prices , there’d be a lot of people bumping into each other, saying hello how do you do or loudly haggling with the sellers. And then there would be me, watching , enchanted.
Those were the times.
After all these years, the Sunday market back home still stands and I couldn’t be happier my father dragged me there yesterday.
Here are some photos.
Shot with my most adored 50mm.