Bare… feet!

Have you ever walked on the road and have people staring at you and pitying you? There I was yesterday on the road, dragging one foot. It had just rained and there was mud on the roads. I’m sure it must have been a sight what with me having four bags on me and trying to save the dress from the muck at the same time. There I was and trying to cross the road at my own pace when people usually have to run across to avoid being hit! Ok I am exaggerating but only about the running bit but all those who know pune and Karve road and especially the Karve statue chowk in the evenings would agree with me!


Well coming to the point, I received a lot of sympathetic glances when I didn’t need them. I had to drag my foot not because if was hurt but my chappal strap strapped! I had no option but to drag that broken sandal on my feet.

What option had I? Walk barefoot you say? No sir, not me! I have always tried to take good care of my feet. And from my childhood too! My mom tells me (I was too small to remember this!) that I used to not walk on the floor at home at all. I used to walk only on the beds and mattresses. And then when the others in my play group in the society used to play barefoot, I used to be the one with shoes all the time!
Well then there came a time when I had no option but to shed the shoes. I have once had to descend the Sinhagad barefoot. I have! Let me tell you it was not easy but even more difficult it would have been if I tried climbing down with bad floaters. We were 1/3 from the top and to go back up and take a cab down was not feasible. That was one time I was mighty proud of myself and my blistered feet.
That was also the time that you thank God for his grace as that is when you remember all the poor you have seen countless times passing you barefeet and you not giving them a second glance!

Little things

I lost one of my hairclips yesterday. I had it pinched on to my purse as I had carried it as a spare and in the rush of boarding the bus, I don’t know when and where this one fell off.
Well what of it, you might think! I’ve been trying to convince myself the same.
I’ve been sorry about it ever since. I even mentioned it to my sister saying I would not mind missing the one she was wearing (which was mine too) and she could have put this one instead. Not her fault of course but she could not understand my glum over it.
Come to think of it, it was in mixed hues of brown and deep orange, had no sharp edges, lovely texture, and it was plain nothing very ornamental which is why I just loved it!
Its not that it was new – I’ve used it atleast for the past 6 months if not more. But somehow I cant get it out of my mind – not yet that is.
These small things, mean a lot… to me… and maybe for a lot like me!

Call me possessive. Call me material girl.