Now when she asked me to write a post, I didn't have to think much. There was a story waiting to be told - of a woman who not only inspires me but completes me and without whom, to repeat the rather well-clobbered cliche, I wouldn't be in this world. Yes, so I'm also a card carrying member of the 'I Adore my Mother' community.
Now here's the teaser I promised -
My mother was a Bata woman. Her only pair of footwear was sensible and lasted a long time. By contrast, I am a collector of shoes. Each pair that I own is worn after careful thought because it is an extension of my personality, a reflection of my mood, an assertion of my quirkiness and by virtue - my individuality.
Do do read the whole post. Here it is once again - A Shoe Story...
PS: Have I been away for so long that my Blogger setting looks like someone came and WordPressed their way through the site! I am not sure if it is just me or there are others who feel a bit disoriented too. As usual, my lame excuses can't extend to more than work..Oh and a bit of travel, which will continue through April too...I won't go for months on end like last year where I was just plain hibernating, that's a promise. Besides, what I am about to do over the coming months, is tell you about all the travel I have been doing and I have done a fair bit of it.