"Na dada, I don't want this pair, I can't wear heels, I'll fall if I wear them", I tried to reason, somewhat sheepishly with the shoe guy at Gariahat.
"Nonsense! You HAVE to start wearing them. You *cant'* be this "unsmart" all your life now, can you?" came the instant admonition in FULL public view.
I came back with the shoes.
Seated at a revered distance from me, I swear I could hear them sniggering away, even as I sulked and sulked and sulked some more.
Marketing honchos, take a cue.
Take a bow.
"Nonsense! You HAVE to start wearing them. You *cant'* be this "unsmart" all your life now, can you?" came the instant admonition in FULL public view.
I came back with the shoes.
Seated at a revered distance from me, I swear I could hear them sniggering away, even as I sulked and sulked and sulked some more.
Marketing honchos, take a cue.
Take a bow.
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