Commoners' Secret
The east was blushing when Kasma got to Minaak. A crowd, consisting of odd folks - merchants, herdsmen, farmers, and vendors-, was swelling before the southern gate, impatiently waiting for the city guards to let them in. Disguised as a florist, the Moriyan joined the noisy crowd. He found a spot and put down his sack filled with wild fruits and herbs.
"I really admire your courage brother. You still dared to venture into the woods. " A young farmer said, adjusting his baskets full of green vegetables, wet with morning dew.
"I had to if I don't want my wifey to leave me. " Kasma said, putting on the face of helpless husband.
"Haha, what happened?" Vendor asked, giving a light chuckle.
" With this Inna's feast coming, she needs a new silk saree, a set of each nose ring and earrings, let's not talk about a hundred ducats she will ask me for the fair. I really regret marrying her now." Kasma said with a sad face.