Show me the money

For the longest time, I carried around a wallet gifted by my friend, C. The wallet was a vast improvement over the one I had procured by raiding my parent’s cupboard of gifted-items-to-be-passed-along. C’s wallet had plenty of space for storing my various credit cards, debit cards, store cards, coins, I.Ds and so on. The only issue was that it folded three-way, making all my bank notes crumple spontaneously the minute they were deposited in the wallet. An issue definitely, but not enough to assuage the guilt of buying a new wallet (not that I have ever been bothered by guilt when it comes to practically any other type of shopping).

Eventually when C’s hardy wallet began to show enough wear and tear, I delightedly began to keep an eye out for a new one.

Easier said than done.

My favourite leather-goods shop, Adamjis, did not have something which I particularly liked. Most of the other places did not either. So slowly, the activity was pushed to a recess of my mind.

Then I went back home and raided my parent’s cupboard again (one is never too grown up to do this). Voila! There it was – a smart, black, leather ladies wallet. It was long, meaning notes did not have to be folded. It did not have as many card slots as I would have liked, but I figured that my poor shoulder would get a break if I did not lug around so much stuff each day. Swapping wallets was the work of a moment.

As it happened, a few weeks later I found myself browsing through the Samsonite sale when the clouds parted and the heaven above placed a wallet right in front of my eyes. It was one of those moments when you know you have found your one true love – angels began to trumpet, everything felt slightly pleasant and hazy and dropped into background. The wallet alone glowed…

It was longish, so I did not have to have crumpled notes.

It had plenty of compartments, so I could keep various denominations of notes separately.

It had plenty of card slots. So all the cards which I was beginning to miss by now could come back in.

It had a section at the back where I could tuck in bills for dry-cleaning and other stuff which I usually pick up on the go

To top it all, it was quite sleek.

Look –

(Pics from the Samsonite website)

I did not even feel the earlier guilt. How could one? In the face of perfection.

It has been a few weeks now and I make it a point to pull out the wallet ostentatiously at every occasion. The only minor quibble I have is that the card slots in the front are slightly reduced on account of the buttons. I would say that was put in deliberately to ward off evil eyes.

This is my secret cheap thrill for the time being.