Confessions of a Shopaholic: I came to India almost after three years of being away and a friend promised to take me to a secret sale for ethnic and traditional wear. When I entered the giant hall in an old building in New Delhi, I saw eight rows of this. There were mountains of clothes spilled everywhere and everyone was competitively pulling out what they thought fit them best. The caretaker for each row stood on the clothes absorbing the madness. I haven't seen so many clothes stocked inside one room for shopping in my entire life.
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