Chor Bazaar

*Chor Bazaar* Hidden in the forgotten alleys of burgeoning cities the market is a guilty row of stalls on half a street where lights are dim, voices are hushed and things are cheap It had to hide somewhere, away from law and affluent glare for it sells used, pick pocketed and stolen ware The irony is that there is never a dearth of customers, the market does well to please its valued hapless buyers. A fake Rolex on a calloused hand, tired eyes sporting a Rayban, feet that walked in with broken shoes are now ensconced in faux Jimmy Choos No arrow leads you that way, no sign says that it is there Yet it exists, like a secret merchant of dreams. (Chor Bazaar literally means- thieves market)