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There should be a word for the feeling the feeling you get when
your shoelace loosens and is about to get untied. You can sense it.
Your shoe loosens up a bit, the feeling is a cocktail of very slight relief
(which the loosen shoe brings) and the annoyance that the inertia of
loosen shoe has. As you can very well see, this is a feeling which one
has to feel. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, I say a
"feeling is worth a million. And thus even my million words wont be
able to do justice to the feeling.
So one fine day, my newly out-of-college-just-got-inside-MNC self
found this peculiar middle feeling. The feeling of which I just now
made an audacious attempt to describe. My left shoe wanted to get
pampered. It was warranting my attention and wanted to get tied
again, more tightly. If getting this weird feeling wasnt enough I went
into a spontaneous competition with my shoe. I wanted to see for how
long would my shoelace hold up. Rather for how long could I hold up
and not give into the temptation to tie it back again. I was with one of
my friends, walking out of the "work area" towards the elevator for an
early lunch. As we took a left and entered the lobby, my friend
remembered" that he had forgotten" his wallet. And thus took a uturn and went back to fetch it. This was when I finally decided to give
up the competition. To utilize the idle time to tie my about-to-getuntied shoe lace rather than squander it looking aimlessly at the
striped carpeted floor or the large posters which I saw tens of times
everyday. After punching in the appropriate buttons (the elevator in
my office asked for the floor you wanted to go to instead of just
up/down), I moved aside a bit, knelt down and tilted my head down to
get in the position to tie the lace. At that moment nothing in the world
existed for me- just me, the nearly untied lace, and the little area of
floor which was currently in my field of vision. It was then when I saw
her or rather part of her.
It was her feet that had so very smoothly made an entry into my
limited area of vision. It was just there. so close inches away
from my left shoe. Inches away from me. Her feet were beautiful, so
very delicate and so very pious. Those were very petite pair of feet,
the shoes complimenting their delicateness. She was wearing a dark
Its been a few months since that incident. And still whenever I get
that feeling. the feeling that my shoelace is about to get untied, I
am reminded of her. And whenever I kneel down to tighten my
shoelaces, I wish for a miracle. A miracle to see those flat blue shoes
again. A miracle to see those angelic feet again. A miracle to see that
girl from elevator again.
P.S: for those who are wondering why my friend kept quite the whole
time and didnt poke his nose, well, what can I say, he knew the bro
code.