My feet were sore, achingly sore.

The acceleration effect of the heels had achieved in a day what my sneakers would take three consecutive days to accomplish.

Power.

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Going uptown on a Sunday was an absolute nightmare. All public transport, facilities etc were cramped with foreign workers. Kids were running and screaming and screaming and screaming (this is not a typo error) and bumping recklessly into anyone and everyone. All these, while their parents/ maids/ whoever brought them there stood nonchalantly nearby or worse, continued shopping as if what was unfolding right before/ beside them was the most natural happening since sunrise that morning. Even Daddy, who could be as bochap about Lecter as a loanshark would be to the superficial pleadings of an unreliable borrower, knew when to rein in the devious little guy.

It was plain horror at one of its finest ...

and one of the best motivations for anyone not to have kids.