Last weekend, we(me and my roomies) went out shopping. The four of us had set out to buy sarees to wear for our roomie's wedding. We all were on a shopping spree and bought many good things and got all that we wanted and much more, of course, and by the end of the day we were contented with the result of our great shopping day. We decided that good shopping is the most refreshin exercise and sport. Take home was about 10 covers of stuff and a slight heart ache for me. No, you guessed it wrong.It was not my thin wallet that caused the heart ache. It was love. Sipping the bitter musambi juice at the end of the full day exercise, my mind was working on a lost love, a bittersweet feeling. Friends, towards the end of the shopping day, I fell in love and lost it before I realized it. The subject of my love: a very ethnic looking salwar suit. It was the perfect color combination of red and blue and had an "earth-look" ( can't define what I mean, sorry) to it and the most