Sunday, 14 July 2013

The price tag...

Aditi loved shopping. If she laid her eyes on something, it had to be hers. In the first year of her college she owned 60 bags!

She saw the cherry-red leather purse. The price-tag read 25,000.
It was difficult to convince the parents this time.
She tried. It turned futile.
She became desperate.

Stepping out of the night-club, she found the car. She knew what waited next. But she also needed the money.
5 hours of gratification and the money became hers.

She stared at the shopping-mall. She didn’t want the purse anymore. All she wondered was, if self-respect could be shopped with the money she had in her pocket.   


“This post is written for the 110 Creative Challenge Contest, hosted by Thewhitescape“

....And the "YAY" moment: 


  1. Nice climax. I'm happy, though, that I don't want anything that exotic out of life. :/

    1. Wanting a cherry-red leather purse so desperately would not suit you anyways.
      Jokes apart, this post is loosely based on a newspaper article I read years ago. You remember? A girl from Ballygunge Sikhsha Sadan was diagnosed with HIV and she confessed later, that she had engaged in activities which fetch easy money only because the father refused to give her adequate pocket money.

  2. Hmm, very interesting. Thought provoking.

    Good luck.

    1. Thank you Diptee. Your entry is a winner for me. Good luck to you too.