Gone are those leisurely picnic days with the budding of malls all over the country. People have lesser time and seek entertainment, food and shopping all at one place. Malls make a convenient outlet for us. Our family recently visited the Hyderabad Central.

Hyderabad Central is amongst the most happening malls in the city. There are multi-cuisine food courts, multi-plex cinema and shops of all kinds under one roof. Mother shopped enthusiastically for monthly rations. We now moved onto shopping for clothes for Diwali. There were so many bags. We had to go down to the parking to put them into our car!

Shopping always makes me hungry. We now moved on towards the multi-cuisine food courts while my sister and I preferred to gorge on pizzas, our parents preferred diet coke with sandwiches and cold salad. Now food usually makes one lethargic and we needed to rest. Still shopping had to be done. So we opted to view the Harry Potter movie showing at the multi-plex. It was a lovely movie. My sister slept through half of it.

The time was apt for tea before we could take on another bout of shopping. This time we shopped for shoes and accessories. The sweet mart had an assorted range of toffees and jujebes. Very artistically molded chocolates and peppermint were in shapes of animals and dolls. Shopping had just begun to get better. I love visiting malls.

hundred people live. I had never seen a village before, so went for a tour of observation.
The road was rough and narrow, and one -could hardly call it a street although there were houses on both sides. All the houses were
flat-roofed and built entirely of mud, or at least of home-made bricks made of mud. As far as we could see, the people have very little furniture; Chairs, tables and almirahs seem to be unknown to them.
They sit on the ground and eat there, and as for almirahs,-well, they have nothing to put in them.
I stopped and had a look at the biggest shop. The owner, a very fat man,sat there comfortably amid his wares. He seemed to have every kind of grain, flour, salt spice, and all the hot things which go to make a curry. There were also some sweet-meats for sale, but I should not have cared to eat his jellebi after so many flies had held a feast on it. The next shop had many rolls of cloth, mostly cheap cotton prints from the Lyallpur mills, while beyond that I found a shopkeeper who sold everything,-cheap cigarettes, boxes of matches, carved wooden toys, and brilliantly coloured pictures of events in the past which pictures proved on examination to have been made in Japan.
Outside a group of small boys were playing a fascinating game. they had a pointed peg of wood, and a stick with which to hit it on the end so that it jumped up. Then the striker had to drive it as far as possible away from him. His opponent then had to take careful aim and throw it back again. I could not understand the rules, but they seemed to get as much fun out of it as the boys of Karachi do from their cricket and tennis.
It is a quiet life. Only poor people live in Faizpur. But they do their daily tasks, sit and talk together in the evenings, and do not feel the need of radio-sets or cinemas. I believe they are more happy than
town people.