Am I a $hopaholic???

If someone had kept a track of my ‘outrageous shopping sprees’ and ‘unreasonably extravagant squandering of money’ {words quoted by Mom}, he/she would wonder if I was trying to compete with some model wardrobe. Now how can I make people understand that these are the basic necessities of a girl living alone in an unknown city hundreds of miles away from home … {dramatized sighh}.

A box full of earrings is the minimum requirement for round face and a shelf full of sandal for a long banana feet like yours truly who slips like a chesses in a burger {ummm … never mind the example}.

And how can one possibly survive without a proper count of leggings, especially when the rate and method of washing by me comes under a section called DON’Ts.

They suffer from a variety of life-threatening diseases like the notorious Rainbow syndrome – a phenomenon when the Kurtis decide to exchange color with salwars leading to dispersal of 16 million colors across 2 meters of cloth.

And when one is subjected to uncountable beautifully lined shops of Fancy items in Central or :D the adorable dresses sold by adorable guys in Ameerpet Market or :P the fashionable kurtis welcoming in glass shelves outside Pantaloons or colorful ballerinas and bubble tops daring you to buy them in Abids market … how can one be stone hearted enough to walk away without a second glance. Knees go weak … violins starts playing … and tiny multicolored butterflies start fluttering by whenever I see these heavenly creations made by humans…

My debit card (I don’t have credit card, to control shopping) has this tendency to automatically pop out as soon as I step into market zone. Maybe the companies should chart new schemes for on-the-way-to-being-a-shopaholic customers.

That’s it from Sandhya for now…
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