If you add the word "old" to something it either adds an entique value to the material concerned or adds a depreciation factor to its value.But excuse me, I am not concerned about any of these.Shoes....As someone pointed out "If u have shoes in your feet and money in your pocket(provided you have pocket) , the world is your oyster." Shoes has always been a manifestation of a civilised lifestyle in every corner of the world. But my old pair of shoes,I wont say there life is an extraordinary, but ya they have more to say than many of their counterparts. They are more than just a manifestation of my lifestyle.The story goes way back when I was having a lone pair of low price shoes and that also in not a good and healthy conditions. One fine morning I got wake up with my brother asking me to accompain him to the favorite market of our city. He did fetch me a nice pair in a respectable price and here was the root of a long-lasting freindship. Ever since I have always found them standing besides me in every jolly to tense moments of my life. Everytime they confided in me about the undulations,rocks,and potholes in my ways, I could feel the increased dependency, confidence and intimacy with them. They went on coming closer to me till one day they were close enough for me to identify a crack in them.
I have always been a guy who hates flaws in anything he is close to and always tries to get rid of any drawback. But these cracks developed I could not subject these loved one pair to the pain of sewing.
My shoes, who have seen my travail in going to classroom from hostel on foot, who did bear the boring lectures of our teachers just to be with me, who have enjoyed every happy moment of life, who have jumped with joy with me at every euphoric moment. How could I think of dumping them just for a mere cause that they have developed cracks working with me. And I didn't.
With a light tan face of them I felt like deficiency of blood(life) in them and I bought them a good dark tan police to get them back livid. Still I was helpless in solving this crack mystry. Yes I had a long journey to continue.
I can still remember the stresses and degree of frustration I had undergone for the condition I was in. And that led to my quest for an invincible discovery. I started to fly my wings, and I was ready to go anywhere for them, From corner to corner, leaving no stone unturned.
One sunny after sweating hours my quest ended with an eureka, ya,I had won the battle. I could get a magical lotion that could quick fix all the problems of mine in flickering of my eyelids. And I was back enjoying my life with my very own old pair of shoes. I no more grimace and have no pains of past. Sometimes when I ask my shoes abput the cracks, and they shrug off saying "Who cares?". Everytime I repeat to myself I am always there to care for them.
I have always been a guy who hates flaws in anything he is close to and always tries to get rid of any drawback. But these cracks developed I could not subject these loved one pair to the pain of sewing.
My shoes, who have seen my travail in going to classroom from hostel on foot, who did bear the boring lectures of our teachers just to be with me, who have enjoyed every happy moment of life, who have jumped with joy with me at every euphoric moment. How could I think of dumping them just for a mere cause that they have developed cracks working with me. And I didn't.
With a light tan face of them I felt like deficiency of blood(life) in them and I bought them a good dark tan police to get them back livid. Still I was helpless in solving this crack mystry. Yes I had a long journey to continue.
I can still remember the stresses and degree of frustration I had undergone for the condition I was in. And that led to my quest for an invincible discovery. I started to fly my wings, and I was ready to go anywhere for them, From corner to corner, leaving no stone unturned.
One sunny after sweating hours my quest ended with an eureka, ya,I had won the battle. I could get a magical lotion that could quick fix all the problems of mine in flickering of my eyelids. And I was back enjoying my life with my very own old pair of shoes. I no more grimace and have no pains of past. Sometimes when I ask my shoes abput the cracks, and they shrug off saying "Who cares?". Everytime I repeat to myself I am always there to care for them.
