Walking in through the entrance of the Great Westview mall feels like walking through the gate of heaven. Deep inside I feel so cheap walking on the sparkling tiles. I don't remember the year I lastly walked into a mini supermarket, and I have never set my feet in a mall, not to talk of a classic one like this.
I grip tight to Jerol's arm, and we make our way in to shop for the event which is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. I am yet to know what kind of an event it will be because Jerol said he would tell me all about it tomorrow and what I have to do. Considering his temper, or anger, or whatever his reaction can be termed, I opted not to insist. I respected his decision, just like he respected mine when he asked what the deal between me and my mother is, or rather, was, and I tol
