Where would you go on a shopping spree?
.
If someone handed me
a card with no limit
and said,
“Go. Shop your heart out.”
.
I would panic first.
.
Because people like me
don’t know how to shop our hearts out.
.
We know how to
compare prices,
close tabs,
and say “maybe later.”
.
Shopping sprees belong
to people who can walk into a store
and say confidently,
“I deserve this.”
.
Meanwhile I am in aisle three
arguing with a ₹200 notebook.
.
Do I need it?
No.
.
Do I want it?
Yes.
.
Will I buy it?
Let me walk around the store
seven more times
to emotionally prepare.
.
If I ever went on a shopping spree,
it probably wouldn’t be in a mall.
.
You would find me
in a quiet bookstore
collecting stories like souvenirs.
.
Or standing too long
in the stationery section
touching notebooks
as if inspiration comes
with better paper quality.
.
Maybe a pen
that writes smoother than my thoughts.
.
Maybe a candle
that smells like peace.
.
Maybe a plant
that I will accidentally over-love with water.
.
And somewhere between
the books and the plants
I will still whisper to myself .
.
“Okay but…
do we really need this?”
.
Because old habits don’t leave easily.
.
Even with unlimited money
I would probably leave the store
with three small things
and a mild sense of guilt.
.
But also a quiet happiness.
.
Which, honestly,
feels like the only kind of shopping spree
I know how to have.
Not loud.
.
Not extravagant.
Just a small bag of things
that make life feel
a little softer.
Which, in my case,
is the closest thing
to a shopping spree.
.
–Rajeshwari 🧿💕
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