An Unexpected Conversation
An Unexpected Conversation
Shyam: God I really need to rush!! Where are my shoes?? If only they could speak
Shoe: I am here
Shyam: Oh great!.. Wait! What? Did you just speak??
Shoe: Yes I did and I have been speaking for a long time but you never heard me
Shyam still couldn't believe his eyes
Shyam: oh I am sorry about that. Ummm.. by the way, can I ask you something? Does it feel good to be a shoe?
Shoe: oh it feels great. It's a privilege.
Shyam: A privilege? How is it a privilege? You are stamped and trodden upon. You kiss the ground every second. Sorry to say but you get more dirt than anything else. Sometimes I feel bad for you.
Shoe: Every shoe knows its destiny. We know what we are made for and yet every shoe dreams that he will help his user reach his goal. Although, I do have request.
Shyam: Which is?
Shoe: Please clean me more often. You just have to spend half an hour. Remember how I looked when you first bought me.
Shyam: oh yes, you were one fine pair.
Shoe: Yes, so you should maintain that. You have no idea how much people judge you when they look at me.
Shyam: Sure I will keep that in mind
Shoe: and do something so amazing that in the end I am kept in a museum. Oh! That would be amazing
Shyam: Hahaha! High expectations my friend.
Shoe: and please stop taking that narrow lane! You have no idea how much garbage you make me step onto.
Shyam: Hahahaha okay enough with lecturing. Let's go now!
Shoe: Yes let's roll