My first mart with my father

 I am 8 years old, my name is Sagar. Today is Friday. We will walk here today. Everyone will eat lunch and go shopping. Hat is held here 1 day a week. Today I will go to the market with my father. So I am already ready to wear new clothes. Dad carried me on his shoulders and left. Mom and Dad told me to bring a big fish for my son. About two km. Dad is walking along the path carrying me on his shoulders. After walking some distance I saw many more people walking around. Among them were other people in my house. As I approached the walk, I heard many noises. But some are not going to be understood, some are not going to be shown. And after going a little further I saw a lot of people, people and people, and a lot of words. I was scared at first, if I lost. Dad took me off his shoulder. I saw that there are three banyan trees in the market, the trees shade all the people in the market. Dad grabbed the shopping bag with one hand and walked around the market with the other hand. And taught me how to market. After that, the market is on one side. I went there and saw only food. Jhalamuri, Chanachur, Kadma, Batasa, Jilapi and many more, my father told me what to eat. I said Kadma. Dad bought me kadma and took jilapi for the house. Then I went to the fish market. I also saw different kinds of fish there. My father asked me if I would take fish but I could not say. So my father bought a big shoal fish. Then my father took me on his shoulder and came home with a bag in one hand.