Susie went to Dadar west
Hoping to find the very best
Of all the things that were on sale –
Pots and pans and plates and pails.
Through the busy streets she went
Like a cop on a mission sent
She met a man in a small shop
Who sat like a god on a hill top.
Susie said to the man
“Show me all that you can!”
So he sold some potent stuff
Which she liked very much.
A pickle jar she hunted down
White in colour with a ring of brown
A little kettle, some huge spoons
And massive sieves made of wood
With a frame of shiny steel
She struck a very good deal
At last she threw in a rolling pin
And the man said “It’s win-win.”
The sun was still high when Susie had won
She told herself, “Job well done!”
And to Dharavi she rode away
To tell this tale another day!
To Chor Bazaar Nandita strode
Hoping to find some cheap store
With a glint in her eye and some say
Nandita swore she would have her way.
The shops were many but the prices steep
Antiques aren’t really that cheap
Change of plans, Nandita left
Minutes away, some wares were kept.
Maulana Azad road was rich
With the things that people ditch
Nandita found what she sought
At prices cheap by the lot.
A dusty shelf for a start
A slender door to depart
A cupboard fit for a queen
Were among the things she had seen.
After many a game of sly deception
The men won’t give her the next reception
For the prices went from twos to halves
And Nandita had her way at last.
She drove to SNEHA a happy woman
And there on the roads was a good omen
Old windows lay with no one to care
Now stacked on her cab, free of fare!
To apna Hill Road Priya went
Full of work and totally spent
But she had made her mind up that day
That she would buy some cloth anyway.
Some cloth the women had asked
To finish their happy sewing task
Something bright and something cheery
For of old colours they were weary.
So Priya saw some happy shades
Of all things bright and none too pale
Some greens, some pinks and some yellow
To cheer the women who had gone too mellow.
She was sure Bubbly would like the stripes
So she bought some different types
Of cloth for the women to share
To weave their dreams, if they dare.