Yet another day of Obsession.

It was Saturday morning I was all set for the brisk day. Yeah, obviously shopping. You know how much shopping, frankly writing window shopping is important in a woman's life. But this time i was in for a real shopping. There were some indispensable stuffs to buy. I had made a neat what-and-where to buy list in an orderly fashion. Only the deed of buying itself was left.

Time raced. It was almost late evening and still I had not bought one thing in my essentials list. Though my bank balance has dwindled reasonably, I could not find almost any of the items in my list. This always happens; when you are just window shopping you find all the wonderful, colorful and some times even useful things to purchase. But when you are all set on a herculean task of actual buying you almost never see even a trace of your substratal requisites.

Well, I haven’t yet found the hit-numbers on my list. Well, importantly there is dove shampoo and nivea cream. Yeah, you can not go out and buy a random shampoo. Even Schnitzer or Amway does not give me the same peace. When a woman sets her mind on some thing it’s difficult to change. Though its more a pain for her than the subject, women still do it. Obsession is one of her legacy and you can not blame her.

The topper of my requirement was a good-looking, less-glistening, highly-professional ladies wallet that was not leather. I try and avoid leather to the best extent possible. I was not finding anything that was close to my expectation (i know the pitfall word..haha).By now it was dark outside. I was all enervated and empty. I some how felt there was no purpose and meaning attached for the day. I have not got the one thing i really wanted. Finally I decided to leave for my apartment. I sped down, jumped through the steps industriously and rushed to the gate. I almost bumped into a woman dancing in ecstasy. She was this dark women with frizzy hair, filthy shall, sloppy skirt and revolting odor carrying a shabby mean cat in her unkempt waist dancing in enchantment.

I was frustrated for a wallet to keep the money I had. What can I say of her? Apparently, God really seems to take a lot of pain to make me see.