Shopping.

- Whose stick is his buffalo-Madhusudan Parekh

- In the morning we got a little more dessert than the daily meal .. We have been understanding the rituals of the wife for years. There is no school like the school of the world

Is this what happened on Sunday? The wife enthusiastically drew my attention to the calendar.

I know it's Sunday, right? In the office, it is Friday evening, if not, we take care of it on Sunday. Now one day - Saturday. A half day and then a fresh Sunday.

Supporting his wife's enthusiasm, I said: 'Yes. Today is Sunday. We will go to the garden in the evening. How fun is Sunday after six days of work? We will eat bhelpuri in the garden. Time pass if you find any friends. Let's go in the evening. "

'In the garden?' Wife chuckled: 'What to do in the garden? Hey, we're going shopping. Haven't been shopping for days! '

'Shopping?' I staggered into the calm lake of my mind. The waters of Chitta Sarovar rose. The wife's attention was always drawn to the fact that women of affluent families go out for shopping on Sundays carrying fashionable purses in their hands.

We were not in such an affluent family. Samsara used to answer frugally: I would like to go shopping for a wife who is swinging a purse that keeps a lot of money in it - that's how Mobho is maintained!

We did not have the income to enter Madame's line. But his wife was obsessed with shopping by women of affluent status.

Thanganat was in the world since Sunday morning - of course on the side of the wife. I was confused. How empty the wallet will be!

In the morning we got a little more dessert than our daily meal. We have been understanding our wife's rituals for years. There is no school like the school of the world.

Got a delicious meal, meaning the snatching of government notes from a wallet.

'Keep some extra money.' Of the wife

The 'urgency' was met just before the shopping spree. In the evening, he got ready in the presence of his wife Memsaheb. A forward .. we behind. In this world, I would consider him as my eternal companion. But on the day of shopping, I was supposed to play the role of Anu-char, not my wife's companion.

"There are four things to buy, so of course a few notes with a hundred rupees ... Five hundred notes should belong to Madam."

We finished four or five notes in the wallet. Some sister gave a purse as a gift on his wife's birthday. Of course it looks a bit fashionable.

In the role of Madam swinging the purse, behind my wife, I became a bit new and joined as a follower.

I was constantly thinking about the scope of my wallet, thinking that I would have to go to the market of fashionable shops. The wife was moving forward with enthusiasm in the role of Madam.

Scooters feel heavy in shopping - just fun on foot.

Where was the chance for our rattling scooter? Roads diverged onwards. There were centers of fashionable and precious things across the big roads.

I had hoped that his wife's footsteps would turn towards him, but he moved towards a small road.

'So where? The market for fashionable items is on the right side. Where to go? '

'Follow me! You just have to be more discriminating with the help you render toward other people. "

I was shocked. Four things? What will the wife have to take in four things? Her charms? No, no. That big market is gone.

We reached the pool. On the sidewalks along the road, the customers who were doing business with bedding were lured by shouting.

I was very surprised. What will the wife have to take? And from those with the right bedding. My curiosity began to grow. I asked a little bit - 'Where to go, what to buy? All of these are paved. They have a market. '

'I know - we were going to buy tongs, amliyo, tipoy, buzaru, etc. from the bedding market.

I was confused. 'To buy from the bedding.'

"Yes - everything is cheap, isn't it?" His wife's harsh response was heartbreaking.

(In the next issue)