A good day

So I finally decided to jump on the bandwagon of H&M's guest-designers collaborations. It's Marni x H&M this time. I am very taken to its quirky designs and the use of clashing colours and prints. With rather friendly prices, so what if I look like just another girl on the street?

As I was a few shops away from the store, the absence of a helter skelter crowd confirmed my premonition that I was too late. True enough, the few unwanted pieces that were left haphazardly on the shelves seemed to be enjoying their moment of peace after all that frenzy. Admittedly, I secretly heaved a sigh of relief that I was spared from a face off with a mob of frantic females of the species.

To my delight, however, the men's collection was not totally sold out. The man is in luck. Easter comes early for him this year.

Pleased with my shopping and new haircut, I was literally bouncing in my step as I made my way.

Then I saw him. A guy in his wheelchair, stretching out his hands, asking passers-by for money. My pace slowed as my mind raced: How often do I actually walk over to the needy and give out money to them? Almost never. Shame on you, hoonie! What kind of lousy human being are you?!

I stopped in front of the guy and put a €5 note in his hands. As he was thanking me gratefully, I could only smile at him. It may not be much but I do hope it had somehow made his day a little easier. Now I wish I had given him more.

Anyways, that single act alone made my day, not the shopping, not the haircut.

Giving is receiving. Indeed.