After a long working sphere,
I went on a walk with my colleague—
Just to breathe some atmosphere.

After walking a few stones—climbing a hill-like road,
We came across a fair, full of stalls:
Stalls selling books of fiction,
Memories-loaded diaries,
And something cute and funny—
Rumoured to be an addiction.

Oh! There was also a stall of sweet gummies,
Clothes and accessories for the ones
Who are necessary—

At one gleaming stall,
Which displayed unnatural jewels
And some items with timeless halt,
I found bangles—an unusual purchase—
For I am a bachelor, after all.

It was like an abrupt, mysterious case.
I don't know why I did that chase.

We looked foolishly over a shop selling light-up bunnies.
Restless, aimless—
We searched and explored every stall.
We went back to have more gummies.

Trying to find something—
Which could be our overpriced treasure,
So we could be appeased by others
In our next breaktime chit-chat.
We took every measure.

Our efforts went in vain
And without any gain.
With a gift without a receiver,
We went to our work—dull and plain.
Yet bangles still clinked in my brain.