Shiny Trinkets

I had dragged myself to buy a pair of socks for my feet, since it has been some months that my feet had been sock free in my sneakers. My last pair of socks has ended up with so many holes, that it is hopelessly beyond repair. So, in trying to become a more a pragmatic and sensible me, I conceded I cannot put of the socks affairs any longer for the coming cold months and all the walking that I do. So, I set of to the local mall, a sore sight for the eyes, the sole gravitating life force smack in the middle of my dear mall town. Actually, despite the busy and bustling edifice that it is, much worshiped by my town folks, I totally deplore that mall. For me it seems like a dreary, soul sucking place. Ah, it is just me probably.

So after grabbing the socks in a shop on the 3rd floor, I started towards the trinkets aisle, and started browsing listlessly. All the pretty bracelets, brooches, and oh other so shiny trinkets were prettily displayed. And then it hit me that somehow I have changed for my mind was not even a little bit interested in these shiny objects. Not a teeny weeny bit even. Couple of years back, in my gawky teenage years, I used to spend ages obsessing over these trinkets, wishing I can own that one or buy this one. But now, I can't even muster an ounce of interest as my eyes darted listlessly over those shinny shinny objects. I guess I have grown, and this small episode of self realization kinda hit me there in my gloomy old mall today.