From a Mom’s Diary

“I want to look my best!” I proclaimed to the loudest –merrily holding on to a wedding invitation card, then breaking into a song and dance sequence that consecutively led the walls of my house to shiver with unease and the furniture to wade with ease. As a chain reaction my six month old baby wailed out from his sleep, to be calmed down with an assurance that – he wasn’t legally liable, yet, to be the recipient of my shopping bill.

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“I want to look my best!”  I proclaimed to the loudest – merrily holding on to a wedding invitation card, then breaking into a song and dance sequence that consecutively led the walls of my house to shiver with unease and the furniture to wade with ease. As a chain reaction my six month old baby wailed out from his sleep, to be calmed down with an assurance that – he wasn’t legally liable, yet, to be the recipient of my shopping bill.

A family wedding was around the corner … by corner I mean, “Just fourteen days’ notice issued for renovating an under-maintained house!” “I have objections to it!! But protesting will make no difference”, I consoled myself. Sadly, the house resembled me and the renovation (believe me!) explained shopping. After all, for nearly being under house-arrest for six months had crumpled me and I urgently required a remedy to pamper myself … the wedding – an excuse … shopping – the cure.

I imagined the therapeutic moment … Cruising on the by-lanes of the high-end retail stores, staring at the display windows, twice checking for discount offers … Calculating and rechecking the conditions specified, catching-up to the new fashion trends, feasting my eyes on the variety of colourful outfits … Impatiently hunting for outfits that appeals to my sense, hurrying into the trial room, judging my appearance …

“Madam-Madam!” a helpless voice of an attendant zoomed from across the other end of the trial room, “Your child has crawled into the display window and has positioned himself next to a mannequin!” This made me wakeup from the divine resort of a subconscious mind to a conscious state of realty check.

“With a baby, it is impossible to go for shopping … a ME time, spending my time at leisure” … These wise words immersed me into despair, the despair struck the pendulum in my brain to swing rapidly and then it struck TWELVE. The idea was – Online Shopping.

Surfing through a list of best shopping sites, I navigated my path. All the snapshots of what I desired to purchase lay in front of me, along with description and variety of similar products to choose from … and I sailed meditatively through the tide of online shopping.

END

My Son
My Son

Author: mirandavoice

My interest in writing expands to travel, history, social and general topics. My articles are based primarily on my observations and curiosity in life. You will find the links of my articles in my Twitter account: mirandapresence My blog mirandavoice.com displays my thoughts. My blog masalahealth.wordpress.com (Quick Indian recipes – Easy, healthy,delicious) has recipes of my innovation in Indian cuisine. Journey along with me into the world of curiosity, Thank you. Sylvia Miranda (mirandapresence@gmail.com)

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