The year was 2014. In Dubai particularly. A heated debate was going on in my mind while shopping. "Come on, take that Clarisonic Mia with you in the counter." A compelling voice said. "Oh no, the price tag would break your wallet. It's not reasonable, Jolly." Another voice resonated. I walked slowly into the counter, with the most expensive "beauty tool" I was about to have. And then it hit me. My visa card wasn't in my purse. I left it where I was staying. I was brokenhearted to say the least.
