It’s here again, the pressure, stress, anxiety, bitter-sweet feelings, and a long wait for Christmas. The night is here, yet the streets still look busy, the market is as full as though there is no tomorrow.

Everyone looks busy and in a haste to get something done. Some keep shopping for new stuff, others go through nice dresses bargaining with traders to arrive at a favourable price. While some few go through rejected ones tossed out by traders and as well end up with something for themselves. Some traders still hung around with the hope of selling out more before Christmas while others close early to prepare for Christmas.

The night before Christmas, I took a long walk through the market with no definite purpose in mind. But before retiring to bed, I figured out one special thing. Everyone was busy yet happy since they each had an expectation the…