Shopping therapy in 2024...

We are a modern couple living-in in a decent colony in a metro.

Tech-savvy? Of course!

Stylish? You bet!

Money? Yes! (Well, the lesser the better)

Amazon prime customer, always bagging the 2 day delivery offers.(My girlfriend stays happy all the time. They call it ‘shopping therapy’. So much in so less and zero arguments. What an amazing deal! )

Just 2 days back was our anniversary and I gifted her premium wine straight from the vineyards. She had planned a cozy dinner with aroma lit candles and luxe culinary. We ordered Italian which went perfectly well with my (she will go crazy) wine bottle.

There we start our moment by reminiscing the old times together. Known, unknown, ignored, forgotten. Wow! Seems perfect!

After so many years I have finally become the real white collared man she gazed relentlessly on HBO. After an hour of laughter and giggles, it was time to say cheers! I get up (relax, I will get it for you), go to the dinning table and take the wine bottle out of its classy packaging. Just to hold something so full of grandeur ignites my heart with love (enough of comparing me with that white, VanHuesen clad man).

She is calling me, it seems am taking more time than expected. Well, what exactly am I waiting for? Just pour, flaunt the bottle and enjoy the high?

Well, it seems am not as smart as I assumed to be. Why? Do you agree that every wine bottle imperatively needs a wine opener? Well, Sula didn’t I guess? Are’nt all the wine manufacturers suppose to follow the same rule like all whiskey guys? Who on earth told them innovation was always a great idea? Does anyone even Google wine opener?

She is getting restless. She must be thinking yet again. It can never be different. No, wait! Tonight it was suppose to be the start of a new me. More classy, more perfect.

Oops I did it again!!

What is it that you need? I hear a voice as I see her standing next to me. Were you not suppose to serve wine for both of us? What exactly could save my sinking ship now?

Shopping therapy, of course!

I asked most politely, does your Amazon sell wine openers? This is a special wine with a special cap which it seems cannot be opened by hand. Few names that make you feel better, human or thing, when heard in a not-so-pleasant situation, always eases you. So was she! Taken aback, curious and eager to help.

Let me check, she says. Going to get the mobile kept on the center table, unlocking it, clicking on the Amazon app, waiting for the home page to be loaded. There is the search tab and she types wine bottle opener.

Woooohaaa! Yes! I knew it. What you can’t even dream of, Amazon is already selling it.

I will order it. (Isn’t she angry we won’t be able to drink it tonight? Really? Shopping can make women happy to this extend?)

The night went on well without the wine, just both of us gazing at the packaging and waiting for the wine opener to knock our door.