From the entrance of the Padmanabhaswamy temple in Trivandrum, Kerala one could clearly see the market spread across like a mini Trivandrum extending as far as one could see like a thick carpet. Each of the shops and the people in the market carried a story within them. The author has lived,and breathed,the bazaar as the back of his hand. It is only fitting that the author has conceived this bookkeeping the bazaar as the heart with each character and story unique. His imagination brings out the interesting characteristics of each of the players depicted in the stories. With intricate descriptions woven into the story, the author lets the imagination of the reader flow freely like a river. These stories talk about the bitterness, the wants, the dreams, ego, lust and everything else that the bazaar flows with, These stories bring out the volatility that depicts the very human nature in its most naked form.