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Two gift vouchers from lifestyle that I received almost a year back were about to expire in a week. Salvaging the price advantage had to be done soon and today was the big day when the much procrastinated job was finally executed.

I rode pillion with Mantu and after scouring through the endless rows and columns at the mall, zeroed in on two pairs of trousers and a shirt. The staggering prices made me wonder just how much of disparity simmers beneath our showcase-economy. Don't regulars who frequent such places ever feel guilty while there are a mind-boggling number of people who struggle day-in and day-out just to make ends meet?

Anyway, I'm happy about the apparels.


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