“The lone porter snakes through a few winding lanes while it is still dark. The first flush of sunlight appears, but it is still some time before dawn. If someone watches closely, there are bright red roses and bundles of yellow daisies that are peeking out on either side of the load he is carrying over his head. He finds his way through the crowded marketplace, making his way in between vans and rickshaws pulling in with similar sacks, filled with colors and smells that are spreading throughout the area.” - It's 4 AM, and the day has begun at the Ghazipur Phool Mandi.