Everytime before I step into FabIndia store, I tell myself that I can perfectly afford anything that they can possibly sell and that I will not lose my balance when I see the prices. I have to attend Grace Hopper Conference this week so I thought of buying some decent clothes and took up the FabIndia challenge yet again. The kurta and pants went off well; though I didn't check the price tags I kind of figured they were near-normal. I was emboldened now and the salesgirl must've been too, as she chatted me to the beautiful dupattas. I was happily caressing the soft material when I accidentally glanced at the price - 3900 Rs!!! I must've visibly winced because the girl hastily took me to another section which had the range of 2000 to 3000. Anyway, by now all my resolutions had gone up in the air as usual and I had become my middle-class self. I lied to her that I had a very matching dupatta already at home, refused to meet her eye, made my husband pay the bill and got out quickly. As I was coming out, I saw an ex-pat who looked like some cricketer I couldn't name(that reminds me of something!) entering the store and my mind quickly applied the exchange rate and concluded that he may find the prices reasonable.
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