Write a paragraph on A Visit to a Village Fair
Visit to A Village Fair(200 words)
My uncle lives at Palashpur, a village in the Purulia district in West Bengal. Every year at Winter, a fair takes place there. The tiny, peaceful village comes to life and activity. This year, I went to the fair with my uncle. The fairground was filled with cheerful people. The scent of food and the sound of flutes filled the air. Village craftsmen displayed and sold their products in makeshift stalls. People crowded every stall.
The stalls offering expensive products gathered a huge crowd. Women were purchasing bangles, baskets, and kitchenware. They were delighted. But one of them appeared to be really depressed. Her handbag had been taken. People were rushing into sweet shops in droves. A seller was selling fuchka. A crowd had formed around him. Balloons were being sold by a young child.
He was staring at other boys who were playing with their toys. I went on the merry-go-round. I also received wooden dolls, wall mats, and a Purulia mask. I loved the excitement that a fair provides to the daily routine lives of rural people. At the entrance, I noticed a blind beggar. It ruined all of my enjoyment.
My Visit to a Village Fair(250 words)
A fair is a great break from the villagers’ monotonous routine. The local artists find a thriving market there. When a fair is on, blacksmiths, potters, toymakers, and painters all expect a busy business. Artists and businessmen from far gather there with their goods and open stalls.
A religious occasion is frequently commemorated with a fair. As a result, we have fairs like Chaitra or Pous Sankranti, New Year’s Day, and Rath Yatra. In India, religion influences people’s lives, and nowhere is religion more powerful than among our simple, calm, peaceful villagers. Even their amusement and delight are related to religion in some way.
Last year, I spent my vacation at Gopalpur, a cosy small town near Burdwan. My maternal uncle’s house is located in this village. I was tempted to go to Poushmela (our native name for fair). The Mela ground was a few minutes away from my maternal uncle’s house. My young brothers and sisters were overjoyed. Every youngster in the village was like that. It was, after all, a day for children. They’d have the most fun with it. So I went to the Mela with the kids. We could see the merry-go-round from a distance.
It was a lot of fun to spin around and round till we were exhausted. There was an attractive selection of wooden toys and clay dolls. My brother wouldn’t stop bothering me until I got him a large rocking horse. Housewives gathered around stalls selling brassware, aluminium ware-pots, pans, pitchers, or different cooking equipment.
Handloom stalls were also well-attended. A magician maintained a small booth, allowing 10 people in at a time and charged one rupee for each person. When they stood in front of the food vendors, both children and adults found their mouths watering—rasgullas, jilabis, singaras, begunis—who can resist such delicious food?
It was the busiest day of the year. Everyone arrived home late at night, tired yet pleased. The next day, everything was as calm as it had been. The significance of village fairs dates back to ancient times. They play an important role in the lives of the people. On such occasions, the entire village comes alive. The villagers do not have the scope of much fun or excitement. They see the same people every day. They all go through the same routine. A fair is a welcome change from their usual routine.