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On 6th September, my elder son had a performance at school for which he had to dress in military. His principal had asked me about a week ago if we could arrange the dress by then. I replied in positive that we would surely buy one before the day.

It is very difficult for me to go to market except Sundays. (Yes, I go to Friday and Saturday Markets easily as I have told in several of my Market Friday posts but in those temporary markets everything isn’t available). The bigger permanent markets are farther from my residence and I am not used to of getting out alone for that farther places. That’s why I do go with my husband.

On working days, my husband returns home so late that all the markets are closed. In these circumstances I have no day other than Sunday to go for shopping. Though Sunday is a holiday yet some markets of the city are opened. My plan was to visit the markets in the afternoon, however, my Sunday started with migraine that got intense by afternoon. This way my head created a hindrance in completion of my plan. 😠

Any ways, in the evening we set out for our hunt. I had heard of a shop in a particular market where the costumes were available. That market partially opens on Sunday. I had thought that we would go there and would easily get what we needed. Unfortunately, the market was closed that day 😕.

My brother-in-law advised us to go to a super market which is known for its ready-made garments. We went there but to our dismay the dress wasn’t available there either. My husband told if there was need of some other things we could buy. I thought of buying pants for my kiddos but I looked at the time and decided to do it some other day. Because it was Sunday, the markets would close earlier and we still hadn’t found what we had been searching. The other market we decided to visit was quite far so it was wise to leave for it as early as possible .

We quickly drove to it. As we entered the market, I felt relieved because I saw military trousers hanging in a shop. I thought our hunt was over but it was merely a false hope. When we asked the shop keeper if he had the dress or trousers for a 9-years-old boy, he replied in negative (He merely had trousers and that were for adults 😳). The shop keeper told us that we were the 15th customer asking for the dress that day, and that no shop in the market had the one 🙄. He told us that we could get it at the school uniform shop. (May God bless him for his suggestion 🙏).

We thought for a while what we should do. The uniform shop was just near the super market we visited before 🤣, so it was far from us at that moment. I asked my husband to check some other shops in the market, we might get the required dress. We went looking into some shops but our eyes couldn’t see what they were looking for. Finally, we asked a shop-keeper if he had the dress. He told the name of a market where we could find it. Seriously.....!!! The market is at the other end of the city, about at the drive of one and a half hour 😲. And even if we reached there it is not opened on Sundays 🤯.

In these circumstances, we decided to visit a uniform shop. Would it be on that time of the Sunday?? We didn’t know. We drove quickly to the market. Out of 3 uniform shops there, only one was opened (Thank God!). We went in and asked if they had what we needed. The reply was positive. I felt pacified, but it was short lived. The shop-keeper had went inner side of the shop. When he came back, he told us that all of them are sold 🤢. However, the good news was that the new orders were getting ready and would be available the next day.

So many Ifs surrounded me. What if their orders didn’t get ready by the next day? What if my husband reached late? What if all of their dresses are sold again? We didn’t have much time for any further delay. There was only one day left for the performance day. It was on Tuesday.

Though we had told the shopkeeper to keep a dress for us, yet the risk of missing it was still there. That’s why we decided to visit another uniform shop. It was quite farther from that place, but we did go there. It was opened. We asked to them if they had a soldier costume. Their reply, “Yes, we have but we have the costume of Army not that of Commandos.” Alas! We needed that of commando.

What we could do! This hunt was like a wild goose chase. We came back home empty-handed with a hope that we would find our required thing from the shop where we booked it.

The next day, my husband came back home a little earlier and in his hand was a bag. Yaaaaay! The wild goose was caught. I mean we got the thing for which we had run this much. The dress cost us 1500 PKR. I think it was a high price yet we had no other option. Hehe.

Look at my son, wearing the dress. He has been so happy about it and so we are.