The Allure And The Aisle

By A. Sanjeev Kumar

In the retail jungle's wild domain,

From our bungalow, dreams felt the strain.

Mom's quest for sarees, a budget's delight,

Dad and I, in a fashion plight.

Store to store, we roamed and sighed,

Fitting troubles, our minds were tied.

Shirts too snug, pants too wide,

Oh, middle-class woes, we couldn't hide!

Then in the jungle's tangled weave,

A branded store, our hopes did deceive.

A green shirt, bold and grand in sight,

But pants to match? What a plight!

After trials and tribulations, a pair we found,

But the price tag's shock left us spellbound.

In the jungle's depths, a deal did gleam,

More clothes for less, oh what a dream!

A peachy set, soft and snug,

But the price? Like a punch, a heavy slug.

Whispering woes to Mom, a silent plea,

Fashion's cost, too much for me.

With courage, I said, "Let's retreat,"

But the damage was done, in defeat.

The bill, a mountain, a painful sight,

Laughter and tears, our hearts took flight.

Yet in the midst of our shopping spree,

More stanzas unfold, for you and me.

In the jungle's labyrinth, we faced our fears,

Navigating aisles, with laughter and tears.

Stumbling upon racks of mismatched dreams,

Budgets strained at the retail seams.

Mom's determined gaze, Dad's weary sigh,

In the fashion jungle, we dared to try.

With each try-on, a new adventure begun,

Finding the perfect fit, easier said than done.

But through it all, we stuck together tight,

In the retail jungle, our middle-class fight.

So with wallets light and spirits low,

Through the aisles, we continued to go.

In search of bargains, a middle-class spree,

With laughter and tears, our journey at sea.

In the retail jungle's wild domain,

From our bungalow, dreams felt the strain.

But amidst the chaos, one truth did ring clear,

In the jungle of fashion, love conquers fear.

By A. Sanjeev Kumar