As was the post of Defence Against the Dark arts cursed so were any plans made by G6. One of the best treats ever was one we went on the day of a fearsome cyclone due to a sudden rain holiday. It was to be J's treat today planned during the semesters but she had to leave on a family pilgrimage and the treat is currently postponed to Christmas day. K's parents were in town from abroad so off she went too. That left 4 of us. The promise of good food had to be satisfied and we decided to spend the day in a mall. Going to sleep at 3:30 am the previous day was no excuse to wake up late the next day even if it was a weekend. For the taps stopped flowing after 8 or 9. So for the sake of personal hygiene you made the alarm your friend.
Clad in I-dont-care-about-dressing-to-a-mall jeans and graphic Tees we stood in the ticket queues to the suburban trains. A 10 min train journey and a well bargained (100 Rs. I know the petrol prices have been cut atleast thrice this year. 120? No thanks we'll take the bus.) auto ride later we stepped into the AC gushed mall spaces.It was just G3,me and S*. S would be here after her GRE classes.
We were just there to lunch at Hard Rock Cafe,shop for essentials and visit Startbucks. Nothing else thank you very much.
One of the first stops we went into was the Starmark book store. There's something about a bookstore that mesmerizes you. (Forgive the cliche and the understatement). I didn't plan on buying any books but just the sight of so many books fills you with joy and contentment. They've been my refuge and escape and a strong pillar. My whole childhood can be attributed to Enid Blyton and J.K Rowling. G3 gave in. We tried to stop her, warn her but one look at the disappointed face and we let her win.
Hard Rock was as full as it should be on a weekend. A toast,Mac and Cheese,Lebanese Burger and a staff dance to YMCA later we came out satiated.
If you follow Lilly Singh you'll know Amandeep Singh and then when Global Desi sells bandannas you BUY one. That's just what G3 and me did. S and S* saw no reason in it but......... SHMURR!
We went into Hamley's toy store, me a little conscious of my age. Cutting straight to it toys are frickin expensive. A tiny plush toy costs 700? A bubble gun 400? I wonder what kind of a mother I am going to be.
Later in the chilling freeze of Starbucks the plans for our days dares were hatched clutching red XMASSY hot cups one in the name of S* and her love (or so we dared). Small disappointment the guy didn't call out the full name.
Next stop was M.A.C. My whole life I shied away from make-up. I'd be as lost as rabbits in a forest in the cosmetic section of any store. S had to try on the most gaudy looking lipstick we chose. Bright orange. Putting on airs of my-friends-make-me-do-stupid-things and i-actually-have-better-taste-than-that her lips were painted orange.
Well now that I am writing I don't remember how it started. I think S trying to squirt foundation cream on my hands and we being interrupted by the salesgay superior. (Or so S* tells me because he was wearing foundation).
"You cant test that on your hand. And anyways that's not you're color."
Color. That's why I never ventured into the make-up world. Too scared to try anything on me because I was colored. Not even nail polish.
The saleguy called back to someone "What do you think is her colour?". He picked 2 tints and before I knew it I was on a seat in front of a mirror. Barring my face to him.
"Are you currently wearing anything on? Perhaps a primer?"
What was a primer?A slightly embarrassed no later he was brushing(?) a primer onto my face and then some foundation. G3 kept declaring she saw no change. I thought that a compliment. But the salesgay superior didn't. He filled the left side of my face with a lighter tint. And at that moment I understood why girls of the world loved make-up and the magic it wielded. But the fairy tale was over before it was begun. I refused his offers to pat some powder onto my face and work a liner. I felt a tad built guilty about wasting such good stuff. And cleaned off the make-up hurriedly. Maybe someday.And thus I lost my make-up virginity.
S tried to make-up for the orange lipstick by declaring that a light pick one was the best she saw that day. And slowly we exited the magic store to look for shoes.
My tired legs took rest as S tried on shoes.
"How much is this?" I asked
"1069".
"Oh SOO CHEAP!". I cared not to look at the sales people and thus me the brave carried a perfect..ahem..exceution of my dare. A few more stores and packing of subway sandwiches later,we caught the ladies special weekend train and headed to the safety of our hostel. *yawn*
THE END
Clad in I-dont-care-about-dressing-to-a-mall jeans and graphic Tees we stood in the ticket queues to the suburban trains. A 10 min train journey and a well bargained (100 Rs. I know the petrol prices have been cut atleast thrice this year. 120? No thanks we'll take the bus.) auto ride later we stepped into the AC gushed mall spaces.It was just G3,me and S*. S would be here after her GRE classes.
We were just there to lunch at Hard Rock Cafe,shop for essentials and visit Startbucks. Nothing else thank you very much.
One of the first stops we went into was the Starmark book store. There's something about a bookstore that mesmerizes you. (Forgive the cliche and the understatement). I didn't plan on buying any books but just the sight of so many books fills you with joy and contentment. They've been my refuge and escape and a strong pillar. My whole childhood can be attributed to Enid Blyton and J.K Rowling. G3 gave in. We tried to stop her, warn her but one look at the disappointed face and we let her win.
Hard Rock was as full as it should be on a weekend. A toast,Mac and Cheese,Lebanese Burger and a staff dance to YMCA later we came out satiated.
If you follow Lilly Singh you'll know Amandeep Singh and then when Global Desi sells bandannas you BUY one. That's just what G3 and me did. S and S* saw no reason in it but......... SHMURR!
We went into Hamley's toy store, me a little conscious of my age. Cutting straight to it toys are frickin expensive. A tiny plush toy costs 700? A bubble gun 400? I wonder what kind of a mother I am going to be.
Later in the chilling freeze of Starbucks the plans for our days dares were hatched clutching red XMASSY hot cups one in the name of S* and her love (or so we dared). Small disappointment the guy didn't call out the full name.
Next stop was M.A.C. My whole life I shied away from make-up. I'd be as lost as rabbits in a forest in the cosmetic section of any store. S had to try on the most gaudy looking lipstick we chose. Bright orange. Putting on airs of my-friends-make-me-do-stupid-things and i-actually-have-better-taste-than-that her lips were painted orange.
Well now that I am writing I don't remember how it started. I think S trying to squirt foundation cream on my hands and we being interrupted by the salesgay superior. (Or so S* tells me because he was wearing foundation).
"You cant test that on your hand. And anyways that's not you're color."
Color. That's why I never ventured into the make-up world. Too scared to try anything on me because I was colored. Not even nail polish.
The saleguy called back to someone "What do you think is her colour?". He picked 2 tints and before I knew it I was on a seat in front of a mirror. Barring my face to him.
"Are you currently wearing anything on? Perhaps a primer?"
What was a primer?A slightly embarrassed no later he was brushing(?) a primer onto my face and then some foundation. G3 kept declaring she saw no change. I thought that a compliment. But the salesgay superior didn't. He filled the left side of my face with a lighter tint. And at that moment I understood why girls of the world loved make-up and the magic it wielded. But the fairy tale was over before it was begun. I refused his offers to pat some powder onto my face and work a liner. I felt a tad built guilty about wasting such good stuff. And cleaned off the make-up hurriedly. Maybe someday.And thus I lost my make-up virginity.
S tried to make-up for the orange lipstick by declaring that a light pick one was the best she saw that day. And slowly we exited the magic store to look for shoes.
My tired legs took rest as S tried on shoes.
"How much is this?" I asked
"1069".
"Oh SOO CHEAP!". I cared not to look at the sales people and thus me the brave carried a perfect..ahem..exceution of my dare. A few more stores and packing of subway sandwiches later,we caught the ladies special weekend train and headed to the safety of our hostel. *yawn*
THE END
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