The
flying shoe
flying shoe
I was
born in a showpiece factory. A very solid piece of art I would call myself,
proud of my perfectly packaged self I was sent to a store.
born in a showpiece factory. A very solid piece of art I would call myself,
proud of my perfectly packaged self I was sent to a store.
I was
displayed in the first rack in the “New Stock” section, but without a partner.
Living in a glass case was fine; people looked at me and always asked, “Is this
a shoe?”, or “Is this a showpiece?” These questions started confusing me. No
one had ventured further and bought me. I started getting nervous. My shiny
body couldn’t attract customers. I had bet myself that I would’ve got sold on
my first day itself.
displayed in the first rack in the “New Stock” section, but without a partner.
Living in a glass case was fine; people looked at me and always asked, “Is this
a shoe?”, or “Is this a showpiece?” These questions started confusing me. No
one had ventured further and bought me. I started getting nervous. My shiny
body couldn’t attract customers. I had bet myself that I would’ve got sold on
my first day itself.
Two
days had passed. I started noticing things. All the people in the store were
wearing shoes were wearing them in pairs, each on one leg. I knew I was missing
somebody, a partner through life, a left shoe.
days had passed. I started noticing things. All the people in the store were
wearing shoes were wearing them in pairs, each on one leg. I knew I was missing
somebody, a partner through life, a left shoe.
I was
very small, a three numbered sized shoe. A kid’s shoe perhaps, but no kids ever
looked at me. It was always over aged people. Plus what would they do with one
shoe? But was I place too high on this rack for small kids to see me?
very small, a three numbered sized shoe. A kid’s shoe perhaps, but no kids ever
looked at me. It was always over aged people. Plus what would they do with one
shoe? But was I place too high on this rack for small kids to see me?
I was just a showpiece; no one
would ever buy me. A silly small hat on my head that looked like a purposeful
dent. The small cap didn’t even cover my body. I knew it was meant for
something, but what?
would ever buy me. A silly small hat on my head that looked like a purposeful
dent. The small cap didn’t even cover my body. I knew it was meant for
something, but what?
Finally after resting in various
places in various showcases including my current owner’s almirah, who
themselves did not know where to put me; I was removed on their wedding
anniversary. Was I that odd a gift? My owner’s would never show me off or maybe
to be used once in a life time.
places in various showcases including my current owner’s almirah, who
themselves did not know where to put me; I was removed on their wedding
anniversary. Was I that odd a gift? My owner’s would never show me off or maybe
to be used once in a life time.
Anyways happy to be finally brought
out of the gloom I eagerly waited for him to insert his leg into me. But
instead he flicked his cigar into me. I was choked more from the feeling than
the ash. Was I so ugly people threw trash at me. He smiled at me and did it
again.
out of the gloom I eagerly waited for him to insert his leg into me. But
instead he flicked his cigar into me. I was choked more from the feeling than
the ash. Was I so ugly people threw trash at me. He smiled at me and did it
again.
It struck me like lightning; I was
an ashtray, made of shiny brass. I was flying through the air as the people
passed me around the room. Cigarette butts were being stabbed into me, but I had
found myself.
an ashtray, made of shiny brass. I was flying through the air as the people
passed me around the room. Cigarette butts were being stabbed into me, but I had
found myself.
My hat was a cigarette holder.
