“Queen of Sarojini Nagar Market”, my friend would mock me for my shopping exploits. I always thought the nickname was unfair, although I didn’t complain. Because why only SN, I was the past master of shopping in entire sadddi Delhi – be it flea markets or malls, hidden bazaars or wholesale mandis. But the downside of shopping is that you need a place to store what you buy. And soon I was running out of wardrobe space and was buying a chest of drawers just to fit in my new buys. I had no track of the money that went into it, so I didn’t bother too much into what I was losing out in terms of money. Sahi rate was all that mattered.
However, in one moment of inspiration, it stuck to me that my days as shopaholic has blessed me with immense experience and knowledge of apparels and fashion. I used all my contacts in Delhi and my years of shopping experience to hand pick curated items of fashion and thus came into existence my very own cloth store. Now I mostly shop for others and get paid for it! I have successfully monetised my one-time addiction and while doing so, I have steered the flow of money in my favour. And hey, I charge the “sahi” rate, of course.