A purse full of memories...

A movie stub, a silver ring, some passport size photos, some loose change, a bit of torn newspaper clipping, a restaurant bill, a silver thread, a smiley badge , a tube of lip balm, an address and a pair of mismatched earrings- The contains of my purse, things which to an outsider would seem like trash but each and every thing (well almost!0 is of importance to me. So today I actually got down to cleaning out my purse which frankly speaking was getting really heavy. When I opened it up all these things fell out of it, I picked up a few things and was wondering why I had stashed all these things away in my purse and then I started remembering…

The movie stub is my bit of keepsake to remind me about one of the most special days of my life, when I got the ticket to this awesome movie which I really wanted to see but later on decided to give the movie a miss because I was having a totally great time somewhere else..

The silver ring belongs to a childhood friend of mine, who sadly, I am not on talking terms with anymore. The ring reminds me of her, the lovely times we had and the mistake that I made in letting her go so easily.

The passport size photos are of me, school photos, in which I look totally horrible, high school photos in which I look just crazy and geeky, more recent ones which have been taken rather embarrassingly and which look a bit better.

The newspaper clipping is an advertisement of some shopping sale which I attended with my sisters. We had a gala time and ended up buying stupid stuff which we were never going to wear.

The restaurant bill is the one which led to quite a bit of embarrassment because no one had enough money to pay and we had to send someone home to fetch the extra dough to pay for it.

The smiley badges are a gift from my seven year old cousin who wanted me to wear them, well; I am always going to keep them safe with me.

The rest of the things have their own not so serious memories attached to them too. I have never thought that a purse could tell you so much about a person’s life. It’s all in here, my favorite memories of my favorite people.

Kicking the shopping bug.

I have become a complete shopaholic. Trust me. Every time I walk into a store my eyes are just popping out, my heart starts racing and my feet can’t decide which direction to move into. It’s completely insane, just yesterday I popped into a mall to help a friend in deciding on a t-shirt and guess what; I ended up buying a bag, a clutch, a cute purple top and a nail polish. By the time I realized what I had done I was already at the cash till, and it was too embarrassing to return them and I ended up paying for it. But that’s not the end of my woes, as we were leaving my friend decided to check out a lipstick that looked nice and as I tagged along my eyes fell on a gorgeous shade of lip gloss that I absolutely had to have. My mind started wrestling with my heart...

Brain: “You’ve just brought yourself stuff which you dint need, this lip gloss is a waste of money. You are not buying it.”

Heart: “But I need this lip gloss it’s gorgeous, I might not find it again. I have to have it”

Brain; “No, you are not buying it”

Heart: “Yes I am!”

And so I ended up buying that as well. The sales girl gave me a sweet smile and said that if I buy the lip gloss and the exact shade of lipstick I would get a discount. My mind went blank for two seconds and I sighed loudly, I was fighting a losing battle so why not go the whole nine yards. Reluctantly I nodded; yes I would take them both. Her smile widened and I cursed her under my breath.

Enough! I had to get out of here and fast. I dragged my friend away (who was giving me an annoying look) and ran to the elevator. I stepped inside it and gave a huge sigh of relief. There was a cleaning guy in there and he pressed the button for the 4^th floor instead of the ground floor, I dint mind, until the lift doors opened and what did I see in front of me…BOOKS! Rows and rows of fresh, unopened, sweet smelling, inviting and lovely books. I am a book worm; I can eat, sleep and live books. Before I knew what I was doing I had steeped out and was drawn towards big, fat and heavy books. I simply could not bring myself to leave without buying at least one book. So no need to mention that by the time I left I was carrying two heavy novels and a light paperback in my hand and a little cute coin box I had found( I would need it to save the loose change that keeps getting lost).

Next time I am not under any circumstances stepping into a mall again, they are just too alluring to resist.

B.I.A (Back In Action)

Hello, I am back...long time it has been. Over the past few months i thought a lot about this blog and what i wanted to write on it, what things of interest could i find to express myself, which pieces of the puzzle of my life could fit into my blog, and i had no brainstorming ideas...trust me not even one. Then today when i was sitting comfortably reading a book it suddenly hit me..do i really need ideas to express myself, what had been the soul purpose of my blog? what was important? was it that i should find something of interest to write or should i write to interest myself and VOILA, the answer came to me.
I wanted to 'Just Write'...plain, free and unrestricted writing. And so i am back in action. I promise you I am going to pull out all stops to express myself...For now...im off penning another interesting thought to express myself..