A Scene At A Departmental Store
It was eight O’clock in the morning, the first streak of daylight brought with a fresh glimmer of excitement as January sales began. It was a mad rush to get ready as my sisters were busy preparing and making up before starting their spending-spree at the newly opened shopping mall and they had vowed to buy a lot of new branded clothes to pamper themselves. Obviously, they were prepared to “shop until they drop”. The air of excitement already filled the air as we casted our feet into the shopping complex. To our surprise, the crowd becomes more boisterous and it was made up of a myriad of characters. Everywhere groups of teenagers with multi-coloured spiky hair walked about from stall to stall. They were obviously window-shopping. There were pairs of housewives who were chiefly concerned with price. They could be seen making enquiries about prices and bargaining for better prices. The queues at the counters were extremely massive. It was about 12p.m in the afternoon, but the crowd had not dwindled yet. As we were totally exhausted, we headed towards a long bench waiting for the crowd to cease.
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