Pardon my business acumen, but would it make more sense to spread out and sell? Wouldn't that increase your likelihood of making money for your own?
There is a certain innocence and cuteness in this group of Kafal sellers huddled together at the same place. With their baskets, wrapped in cloth, stashed with the produce from the wild. In their Kurthas, Surwals, Pachhyauras and Chappals.
These shy girls are huddled together, perhaps for each other's company. To survive strangers' exoticism. What will happen if they overcome this shyness and decide they want to make profits by competing with the other Kafal sellers? There's a certain harshness associated with this change. Cute innocence is trampled over by selfish motives. It feels as if something precious is lost in the process.
But that is a sentimental observation of an outside observer. Their act of Kafal trade is hardly cute. It is a chore you need to endure, fighting the glare and foreignness of strangers, in hopes of making some money that stoke vivid dreams. Cuteness and innocence are not what is celebrated here, not even remotely.
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