Pothys-The Indian Multistore

I can see
Stubborn mothers determined to get that
appealing sari,
Gleaming jewels glittering in their glass boxes,
Cutting edge clothes near a huge toy dog,
Tall wide books I enjoy reading,
I can feel
The delicate silk saris organised row by row,
Dignified computers making me grin as I
speechlessly stroll through their royal row,
Excitement in my tummy when I overlook the
various food,
Cool as a cucumber as I observe the amazing
Rotimatic that makes a Bang in People's heart,
I can hear
Little kids screaming and crying for the packet of chips,
Trolleys bashing like two wild animals having a battle royal,
Annoyed dads silently trying to escape to the nearest taxi,
Sales people going hip-hip-hooray as they sold a pair of sparkling gold ear rings,
When Pothy's closes at night you can always see a little girls family coming out with a fright.