Lost & Found

Among my countable readership, if anybody happens to be a guy, especially who has very weak heart sustainability to words such as Shopping, Discounts, and Sale etc; then you may avoid this post as this is my very serious and true-love-phenomenon take on Shopping spree.

As a teenager, I used to collect my pocket-money for days to buy little ear-rings for which my fondness has increased in inverse proportion to the usability of those ear-rings. As the life grew on me (Details) I bumped into a realization that there are more weird things in world which were drawing my attention with a greater force as compared to that of subject like Maths and Physics during XII standard science days.

I never used to miss an opportunity to shop while accompanying Mother in Market when she is loaded with Cash. Steadily this syndrome was penetrating more and more day by day. College was the time when shopping and buying stuff of all kinds came into full lime light to the world. I still remember those not-less-than-Kargil-War days, when even puking two times due to horrendous Sun burn and heat, I managed to roam and cover 5 km stretch of street fashion market. I owe my stamina to my utter will power to buy rejected Bangkok Material for chicken Shit prices.

As, the time proceeded and my private engineering college skills landed me with a decent job. I dared myself for more weekends’ entourage to mall. Soon the weekday’s blues started turning into weekend’s pinks, reds, purple and all kinds of RBG proportions. The tragedies of closed envelope funny appraisals were overcome by joyous shopping treats.

Now, God has upgraded my shopping tactics with healing powers. Suddenly a sinking heart feeling is diluted by finding most pretty and abrupt Diary collection shop at airport. Break-ups are mend by a Novel purchase for next 4 months. Two more inches on waist are alerted by expensive Gas regular fit Denims buy to make a promise with self for gym. Dark, sad and Don’t-Gyan-me days are complimented with footwear and accessory shopping followed by a full bottle purchase of Old Monk.

Discovery of the shopping effects in life, has made me so strong to face any random crisis in life with a buckled up Debit Card on my Rescue. Sale or no sale, I take refuge in shopping and it proves to be the best in putting smile and endorphin in me.

I, hereby declare, that I Love Shopping on my own and I am so thankful that I have never stopped doing it.
(I know it is sentimental, told you it is not guy's stuff).