It was only a little past nine, but the sun had already sunk under the skyscrapers that outlined New York City. The faintest of stars began to shimmer and show in the blue horizon, but a blaze of artificial sun and glamour came from the street. Canal Street.Â
     The street was lined with small stores, lit by the synthetic brightness of fluorescent tubes and cone lamps. Owners chattered away, trying to sell off whatever products they could before they had to close and retire for the night. One woman picked out a distinctive bag. It was an attractive find: the âÂÂCâÂÂs seemed to be embroidered carefully, as if by hand and eye.Â
    I watched the scene from the car window, when the store fronts could no longer be seen, I turned and spoke. âÂÂWhy do people pay so much for something real that they can get the identical for less?”
    In such a materialistic world, why would anyone want anything to last? Styles change every season, anything bought would eventually be âÂÂlast yearâÂÂs style.âÂÂAs much as you can hate it, buying counterfeit items is not a bad idea. If it looked identical, performed rather identically (after-all a bag is but two cloths sewn together to put stuff in) then why not get the cheaper one and walkaway with more money in your pocket?Â
    My father replied, “Sometimes when people find something they like, they want it to last because it is hard to find a replacement for it.”Â
    I sat back and thought.Â
    I wonder if that’s the same with people.