The notion behind inundating somebody with suggestions ,qualifying as unsolicited, is to provide succour to a poor soul who is fighting a lonely battle with his irresolute nature which surfaces every time when he encounters a situation requiring firm decision.
Something vaguely similar happens to these poor souls,whose descent into this mundane world is thanks to the X-chromosome's embrace by egg ovulated by the members of she tribe.
These poor creatures can be spotted in these gargantuan edifices- (in layman's parlance-MALLS),whose democratic credentials aren't suspect but do fall short of impeccable (but you shall spot high gentry rubbing shoulders literally,jostling to get a foothold along with lesser mortals breathing in noiseless cold air bellowing from humongous contraptions),carrying multi-hued,multi-sized cases in whose cavernous depths spoils of the day are ensconced .In my utterly carefree days of single hood my every outing to malls I used to witness this spectacle frolickingly marching towards its grand finale on the eve of weekends.
I used to gloat at their plight much to their chagrin,their faces hiding emotions of resignation and ennui behind a facade of quite delight- a regular subterfuge.Their furtive glances, with commiseration as the only expression, towards their ilk couldn't have been taken otherwise.
Sometimes their eyes would twinkle with malicious delight and sadistic pleasure thinking that someday, somebody who enjoying his salad days, might also become a member of this fraternity. Their ennui afflicted countenance was a sharp contrast to the glowing and ravishing faces of their better halves whose exuberance (irrational -I thought and still thinks so) at the sight of rows and rows of glittering shops.
TO BE CONTINUED
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