I simply love the word EXTRA. I mean, when I get something extra with something I buy. For instance, an extra helping of the sauce when I eat out. That extra shirt I get with the one I buy. Absolutely free. Wow. What a bargain!
It makes me wonder. How much extra do I do for others. 'If they ask you to walk a mile, walk two', said the Book. 'God, it's so painful,' I complain.
The hard work that goes with it.
'Where do you get that kurti from? Hey, I want a taste of all chaats in Mumbai. Where is linking road?' the endless stream of questions from umpteen number of visitors to my home. They have been told Mumbai's the shoppers destination.
I smile. 'You are right. Great attire in the latest trends. The best money can buy,' I boast. I groan inwardly. That means another round to the same shop for the hundredth time. My shoulder aches, just showing them around. Women and shopping! Inseparable twins. Bah! Why did we ever have to come to Mumbai? I murmur.
'Done?' I ask, hoping for a favorable reply. 'Yeah, Almost. Just this blouse piece to match this turquoise green saree,and we are done.' So two more hours go by at snail's pace, while I pretend to be enjoying every bit of the process. Got to endure her 'oohs and aahs', as she makes each new colorful discovery at every nook and corner of the vast market. 'Done?' I ask with trepidation, waiting for an answer. After an entire day, playing host to a complete shopaholic, boy, I'm done!
'Hey, where's this market where you get those laces and embroidery stuff like that?' The much dreaded query . 'Oh, no. You mean Santacruz market? Let's do it some other day'. I put my foot down firmly. I really, really can identify with poor hubbies who accompany their wives, tiny toddlers in tow, while their crazy wives look around for the craziest bargains.
'Okay'. My friend replies. Thankfully.
Whew! What a day!
Back home, after a warm shower, dinner done. We chit chat. I'm in no mood. She's chattering away. My mind wanders. Luckily for me hubby wanders in. I take my cue and scoot!
Ah, my bed! So divine.
She shopped. And I dropped.
So I rest my aching back. I cry, 'Lord, not again. I hate shopping.'
He waits a moment and then whispers, 'Did you do the extra mile today?'
'Okay. You won this round,' I admit surrender.
'And with Your help I can make it through the next one too.'
