I've never worked in a real shop before. Now I do. A bright, friendly shop selling brand new books and music, with a dark but cosy basement packed with second-hand clothes and trinkets. And an all-pervading atmosphere of friendly welcome, a "come in and we will change your life".
Moreover, I discovered that the Santa Claus who used to wander around Heartburn Hotel is a regular customer, buying the odd little trinkets he always left lying around the hotel. So now, folks, you know where your Christmas presents come from. At least the odd ones.
You must be tired of it by now, but i have to say your writing is very moving. Even the simpler things in your life read like a poem. half of it unsaid, which adds to its beauty.
ReplyDeleteCan i marry your blog?? ;)
the description of the shop has conjured up a very pretty picture,lucky you..i wish i could work in such a quaint place.very beautifully written :)
ReplyDeleteThank you both for your kind words! *blush* Admirable Aruni, my blog is beside itself with delight with your proposal.
ReplyDeleteYou've got this way of conveying a lot while saying very little. Comments to such writing seem cliched.
ReplyDeleteI wish I ran a shop.
ReplyDeleteIts just a wish.
Actually I would like to be claudia schiffer.
*Aruni doffs hat and bows*
ReplyDelete(I generally don't turn red - it's directly to purple when I'm blushing)
*Grinning like a maniac AruniRC capers around the shop, presents amok*