The banjara warewoman, obvious from her ample lac bracelets, sports a characteristic bodla and mangal-sootra. All the ladies are dressed in sumptuous colours, which together with the chunky silver shringar, indicates that they belong to North India. The fact that the buyers are sitting on the mud floors with the warewoman herself suggests that they are of the same station as her. They have let their sheer dupattas slide off their bosoms, a luxury Indian women allow themselves strictly in female company. Two daughters of the house look on as the adults take a break from their chores and engage in retail therapy.
Note the lush strokes of the background, a vivid portrayal of the godhuli hour of the east. Godhuli strikes when the farmers bring their cows from the fields, their hooves kicking up clounds of dust and sand. The rays of the setting sun refract through them, turning the skies an alluring shade of scarlet.