A trip to Shillong can never be complete without a full fledged, all day long shopping spree. Hence imagine my state of mind when told that I had only an hour and a half to shop - bags, shoes, sandals whatever I want.. I know.. it was sheer panic.. The whole of police bazaar, Glory plaza in just an hour and a half? You gotta be kidding me right??
Anyways, an hour and a half it is then. I did not want to waste any time cribbing, so off I went, dragging Ashu, my mom, and dad, who till this point of time was in a pretty ok mood, (ok.. maybe just a little tired) but seems to be getting a little edgy, apprehensive and moody at the sound of the dreaded S word (Shopping).
My first stop, the flip flops and flats shop. The guy at the counter SURE knows what would flip ME out - Cute Red Flip flops, the lightweight, Thai ones, with cartoons painted on them. I was sold. “185” he says. “No no, I’ll give you only 100” I retort. I am warming up to this. I rarely get to bargain in
Maybe he is just tired or maybe its the travel. Hell, he might be hungry, I should hurry. I can feel his temper rising by the minute, his eyes following me as I walk from shop to shop, indulging myself. Not for long though, as I lose myself in the pleasures of running my hand through scarves, trying on shoes, checking out bags. Suddenly, I stop. The most stylish & chic pair of sandals stare at me from a store. I can hear them calling out to me. I try them on, and they fit. I absolutely have to, have to have them. “750 Rs Madam”. “Not more than 400”. “Ok lets settle at 450 madam”. I look up happily at Ashu, who is pulling out his wallet and yawning at the same time. And then, I make the mistake of looking at my dad and I remember exactly why I promised myself never to take my dad along when I am on one of my wild shopping sprees. Foreseeing a lecture on how I have enough shoes to shod the entire population of
Now coming from me, that IS a BIG thing. Hubby dear’s yawn is frozen midway, he looks as though he’s been struck by lightning. “WHAT?” “I don’t want them”, I say nonchalantly. “Lets go..” I notice the relieved (or is it smug) expression on my dad’s face, and though I am a little disappointed at not picking up the most sexy, suave pair of sandals I had ever set my eyes on, I convince myself I have done the right thing.
As I mope around, wondering if I will ever find a pair of sandals that elegant and at that cost ever again, I notice Ashu trying to catch my eye. I go over to the corner where he is standing, and let out a silent hoot of joy.. he’s secretly got me the coveted pair of sandals. “Quick!! Put this in your bag!!” Isn’t he a sweetheart.. I am thrilled to bits. Now I know why we are still going strong after close to a decade of being together. …Hmm, or maybe, wait a minute.. Maybe it was just him being cautious, coz a pissed off father in law and a sulking wife, are definitely a lot more difficult to handle than a dozen missed deadlines, grocery shopping on a lazy Saturday afternoon, BESCOM disconnecting the fuse coz you have forgotten to pay the electricity bill and, pouring rain when you have just spent an hour washing the bike..…