Do they still sell glasses still for a 100? Why would she need them? Such questions do come and go in my head. I used to seek answers — now I make a face, half-grim half-grin. And do what’s told.
I waltzed down the highway, wondering where I could find a seller, that too in Bandra. Decided to check the peripheries where the slums meet the skyscrapers. First stop – Lal Mithi, Bazaar Road. Saw mobile, shoes even pet food – yes – shops. Glares glaring in the light? No.
I crossed over to Hill Road, found a shop, asked the price. He replied. F….! I rode off in disgust.
The only option left was near the railway station, but I wasn’t getting my hopes up. Goods n guys passed me by – chairs-tables, sugarcane juice, mobiles and school bags all being sold. Then the big bus stop, more guys in hotels, tea corners, kabaab shops, then gals and guys at the railway station – chaos, confusion. Time to turn back. My mind said, just a little more.
I almost missed them – a reflection caught my eye from he other side of the road. Three guys with a small table, selling many things, including sun glasses.
I reached the table. A correction here – they weren’t selling many things – just three things. Wallets, watches and sun glasses. There were about 10 of each on display. Limited Edition Sale.
“Kitnaa?” I asked the price, pointing to the sunglasses.
“All at same price – 100.” His eyes and gait clearly stated no bargaining. Okay.
I selected a frame. Lifted it to eye level. Then I enquired about the wallets and watches. Any wallets @100 and any watch @150. A total gentleman’s shop@450. I rode back with a wide grin and two pairs of sun glasses.
“I like the one you selected,” she said.
I hung my head.