Shoes

It was a cold day and with nothing to do Shaila was awfully bored. Like migratory birds her friends had all traveled away for a little sun shine while she was stuck with her load of work. Her fingers kept tapping on the keyboard but her mind kept drifting away.

After work Shaila had loads of time as the next day was a weekend. On her way home she saw the word “SALE’ outside her mall and already her spirits seems to soar.

Her joy knew no bounds when the words SALE were posted right outside a shop store. Each pair of shoes spoke to Shaila a language only she understood. It called out to her to buy them and make them happy. They begged her to take them away from the misery of people’s stare; some of contempt on seeing the price tag and some of longing.

Shaila only too obliged to buy a pair of stilettos. The studded footwear made her heart jump with joy. Only an evil ogre stood in her way, the Salesman. He kept insisting that the shoe was not right for her. Must be the first salesman in the world who kept insisting on not selling. He seemed more worried of safeguarding her bank balance.

Shaila was adamant; the shoes had called out to her. Like the pride of a new mother, she bought the shoes only to hear whispers that “What a girl on a wheel chair legs do with such beautiful shoes”. Shaila was in no mood to spar words with the gossipers. She loved shoes and even though she could not wear them, the joy they brought more than made up for the mindless gossip.