I scanned the room and my eyes locked on them. There was an instant connection, excitement, longing… This would definitely burn a hole in my pocket..actually would burn the whole pocket… After a mini fight between my “spoilt” and “logical” sides at the cash register, we went home hand-in hand.
There they were! Pretty as well as pretty high. The crowned jewel of my otherwise mundane shoe closet. Now I just had to wait for the day when I wanted to feel confident, empowered and tall. Who knew this day would be so hard to come by “30% humidity..it might rain today!” “Indian roads would kill them” “What do we say to broken ankles..Not today!”
Nothing was good enough for them! So, my spoilt self negotiated with my logical self for new dress, jewelry and lipstick! Finally, I caved in..I had to take my babies out in the real world! Can’t protect them forever!
Dressed to the nines..I sat in the cab wearing my biggest smile. Shockingly soon, the smile turned into a frown into loud cries within. A usual day at work was never less than a war but that day I came back with actual physical wounds.
I realized one very important lesson..space is important in every relation..In this one, space was all that we needed..They’re still my babies..my priced possession..sitting in my mundane closet making me feel special everyday..