Two women in burkhas stood by the creams & soaps rack looking thoroughly perplexed. They had their shopping cart full of wax strips, shaver, batteries, tissues, comb, a lonely looking packet of onions, face packs, and shampoo… A very bored-looking knee-height boy was prancing about their legs, panicking every two seconds when he’d trip over one of their pale white feet and almost smash his nose on the floor.
Lady 1: What soap do you want?
Lady 2: I think Simran’s soap is nice.
Lady 1: Ok, but see this Mysore Sandal.
Lady 2: Hehe… maybe Veerappan manufactured it. Hehe…
Lady 1: Okok, let’s decide fast. (To boy: AYE!!!, and scooped him up from the floor and stuffed him into the shopping cart)
Lady 2: See this one. It "cleanses and gives fairer skin".
At this point, I decided to move closer to the soap rack and join what I thought would definitely turn into a hysterical laughing about fairness products.
Just then, Lady 1: Accha hai, nei? (Big grin) Then when we put cream and powder, face will shine.
And in one sweep, they took some five bars of the fairness soap and threw them in the cart. One promptly went into the boy’s mouth. Three could’ve gone into mine.
I’m very very scared right now.
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