Hopping and shopping

Shopping is a versatile activity. And it is an activity that female of human specie takes to like fish takes to water... naturally!

Recently, I have been going out for shopping a little too frequently (strictly by my standards). Given that I shop once a month for basic necessitites (personal care items usually by P & G ) and clothes are once before every sem begins.

My shopping companion was my sister, until she went to Manila. The two of us would get on our Kinetic Honda (red in color, and the number plate read the number 2). Both my sister and the Kinetic are no more my shopping companions. Kinetic to Maruti was a change (but still red in color). Di to Annie was another change. I am not disapointed by either changes ;-)

Hmm.. for a fun kind of shopping you need to have a good rapport with your companion, otherwise shopping becomes a big headache. Annie and I get along amazingly well, given we are both of opposite dispositions, but we match on buying practical shoes versus high heels, buying a big leather tote bag versus buying cutie pinks, and more. But I am this pampered 'eat at home kid' and 'get back before it is late'. However I realised after 2 years of our friendship how much changes have happened. I am now, a 'happy go burger eater' and reach at home comfortably by 8 .

(ouch am i touching a relatively sensitive nerve, given Annie is getting instrtuctions to get home before 5 :)) )

Hmm, evenings are fun time to be out. The scorching sun is gone, it is just happy warm and day light. You don't have to walk lady like, since you don't wear that kinda shoes. So, I jump, skip a step, sing the tune of a song in my head, grab Annie's left arm close to mine and draw attention to high heel shoes. Hmm.. I now am a proud owner of 3 high heels, not pointies, but decently lady like :P

I can be a girl when I want to be, someone said long time back. Given I own more than 5 lipstick now, and still fumble how to wear one :)) I think I know what, being a girl means. Hmm.. interestingly I think I am being a girl... I will soon have a proper red sweet dress.. with one arm held securedly by a gentleman and the other swinging free :)

As we walk across zebra crossing, Annie tells me, I am 2 me. One me the wild and the fanatic.. THe other , sweet and caring. The wild and ill behaved me is just out of control. The sweet and caring me is what I will be long term :))

Hmm.. given our conversations, shopping expeditions, Annie is getting lot of material to make a good story. Hmm.. all my interesting thoughts, she plans to steal :> . So, I am telling her, I will give it all a big thought, and in the book that I will soon write :P I will put on a chapter called Annie.

In the last chapter that I talk of Annie, it would be one of our shopping trips, buying girlish things, thinking of climbing down an escalator that is moving up, bumping into high school teacher.

And then the chapter will close, with two girls chattering and walking past their car. And then scolding one another for walking aimlessly and walking back to the car. The reverse gear... and the chapter ends...

Now... there are more chapters that follow Annie. THere is no mention of Annie, the prot, thats hopefully me, lets call her Divya ( div and vid... but i like divya better than vidya ;P) .. So Diya in 5 chapters down the novel is walking along a pavement. It is winter, she pulls her cap down to cover her ears (someone told her maximum body heat is lost thru ear ;-) ) and suddenly there is a tug at her left arm. Mumma, the little girl screams, in the same delighted fashion. Hopping like a crazy happy thing :D she grabs her arm and tells her to look at those lovely leather boots :)

Annie, Diya says... no moist eyes...no reminisces... just that name, which is just too sweet to recall.. Annie! who's Annie Mumma, the little girl will say. And Divya will smile and recall the wild girl and the fanatic shopping spress, the mid night phone calls, the hug before leaving home each time, and finally disapearing for a life time without any complaints, any expectations, any ties.

SOme chapters , don't have easy ends... So , Divya will walk with her little girl and buy her boots. (Annie's father told her not to buy boots when he knew I was with her to buy her a pair of shoes :))

shopping, hopping, writing, loving, liking...

this is creating a story !