In pictures: six frames from the morning wholesale market
Before the city wakes, the mandi has already priced its day — a walk through the loudest quiet hour.
The wholesale market's day is over before most alarms ring. Between four and seven, a season's prices get discovered one handshake at a time.
The frames that repeat every morning: head-loads moving against the traffic of head-loads, the auctioneer's ledger balanced on a crate, chai passed over mountains of produce, and the weighing scale that settles every debate.
Look for the specialists — the man who only judges onions, the woman whose stall has sold flowers to three generations of the same wedding families.
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