Audible gasps, collective sighs...

Imagine a world, when everything around you start talking. Your desk, walls around you, your bag, your shoes, books, dresses.

I have this strange habit of buying dresses, more than required.  Its very exciting to buy dresses, but find it a great challenge to hijack it inside home.  Nothing escapes my mom's eyes and it takes great skill, to hide the bag from her prying eyes.  I won't blame my mom.  If I had been in her place, I would have been more angry.  She feels that it is a crime to pile rows and rows of dresses, without wearing them.  Her advice to me is to give away the dresses which I do not wear to people, who need them and then start to buy new ones.

Recently as an innovative idea, my friend and me picked a bag that folds in to half.  I turned a blind eye to the price tag and indulged.



If only this bag start to talk, I will be in deep trouble.  Last Saturday, I went to my Yoga class and saw someone carrying a Rangachari Cloth Store bag.  I was happy that I brought my bag along and felt for my purse and checking if my debit card was inside.  There it was, snug inside a compartment. With a beaming smile, I waited impatiently for the class to get over.

Took an auto from Krishnamacharya Yoga Mandiram (Mandaveli) to Rangachari (Mylapore).


Went to the cotton sari section, as usual I liked a sari, which I knew for sure, would leave a sizeable hole in my savings.  But I didn't yield to my temptation immediately.  I asked the guy to show me more saris in lesser price, but was having an eye on the off white and green sari all along.... First I left the sari before me, a person sitting next to me looked at the sari and I immediately picked it and put it next to me, after 3 mts it sat on my lap, another 2 mts it was in my hand and I headed to the billing section... Now I realise, even if I had left it on the shelf no one would have touched it.  No idiot would pay 1800 rupees for a cotton sari, only Viji would.  It didn't stop there, I had to buy an ear ring, bangles and even bindi... Thank God my bag doesn't talk...

When a bag has so many secrets, think about walls... Every wall would have multiple things to say... A honeymoon suite would have witnessed steamy scenes and they will earn millions by writing screen play.  A prison cell, would share multiple things to say, a lunatic asylum will narrate thousand and one incidents...

A footwear it won't just stop biting, it would start shouting too.  

I have a weakness for beautiful eyes... Whenever I get bored, I google and stare at eyes.  Pairs, single, closed, open, eyes shedding tears dripping kohl or mascara, eyes smiling, eyes twinkling with mischief, eyes soft filled with love, eyes furious with anger inside... green, blue, grey, amber, black, brown, violet...