A synonymous shoe

Comfortably Numb 

It was a monotonous monday morning. Well, melancholy and mundane can be added. Confined to the corner table, my ear drums went numb with the sounds of fluttering papers, jarring fax machine, alarming phone calls and the typewriters off tone.

Every time I typed harder, the keys got cluttered as my thoughts. Everything around me needed a hammer touch to kick start. I pulled out the ink smudged paper, crumpled it and threw away.

It fell on a heap of crumpled junk.

Huh, this is what I have collected all over these years.

What lies there is a heap of hope, expecting myself to be the smartest and perfect of all.

Oxygen, I craved for O2.

I moved the teak table and went near the window. As I rolled the curtain screens, the first quarter revealed shoes and footsteps of different people.

For some reason I stopped rolling up the screen. The scene was interesting. I dragged the chair and sat across the window to notice what those shoes say. I strained my ears and eyes to find a meaning out of it. I heard whispers.

Yes, I heard them whispering to each other. The elegant shoe had a husky tone; the rugged boots had a rough tone, the cute heel buzzed like a melody. The shoes actually defined who they were. They were happy the way they were.

I opened the shoe rack and found my colleague’s sports shoes. Nice.

I stepped into it and went for a long walk down the lane. No difference at all. My walking style, thoughts and actions, everything was the same. I came back, removed it and threw it back inside the shoe rack.

One more whisper. It was my shoes. It was my real size, style, thought and persona. I stepped into it and felt comfortable. Though it was numb, it was comfortably numb.

A slight satisfaction sprawled up inside me. I went back to my desk, pulled a new set of paper, and inserted it inside my typewriter and started typing.

A king or a pawn, both are unique. No one can do their role better than them. If you try to exchange their shoes, you won’t fit in. If desire is the cause of all problems, comparison is the cause of all desires.

Be proud of your shoes. Start walking and smile at every mile.

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