Market life in Gurdaspur was never just about buying things.
It was also where the social system refreshed itself.
You went out for groceries or one small item and came back having heard three family updates, one local rumor, and two recommendations you did not ask for.
The market did not feel anonymous enough to stay efficient.
And in hindsight that was part of its warmth.
Life there interrupted itself through recognition all the time.
Gurdaspur taught many of us that errands and belonging often happen in the same place.
If one Gurdaspur market still lives in your social memory, tell us why.