Shiny Shoes

Sometimes I find myself doing nothing than staring at those shiny, sparkling shoes walking around and passing by. 

One has so so many dreams. For everyone a truck load of them are left unfulfilled. After a point of time one is left with no choice than to come in terms that they are not meant to be. 

I have come to a conclusion that "these" dreams, day dreams are not vague simulations in the brain, they have to be some calculations in the book of God. There's a balance for the simplest to the most complex.

I am trying to restrict my diet and like never before the whole of Mumbai seems to be hogging on vada pav, wherever I turn my head. I try not to compromise. I have no option than to be satisfied with the saliva in my mouth that seems to taste like the last vada pav I ate. Once, not long back, I ate all the vada pav available around me, which still has voluminous mark on me. Now I don't, but everyone else does, so there goes the balance. All am left with are the dreams that fly in periodically with vada pav in their hands.

I always wanted to get settled somewhere, quieter, peaceful and green. The last place in mind was Mumbai, which a friend of mine recently described as the city of gutters. On a parallel situation, a dear friend wanted a life other way round. She loved the loudness and the speed of this city. Married within a gap of a month, whenever we meet, we have to mention the reality that our dreams were exchanged. There goes the balance and another perfect calculation in the blue book existing miles above our head.

A cobbler makes a shoe for no particular, single person. He takes in some variables and creates the best possible one and delivers it to the world. Its not of importance to him which legs fit in.
I wish God realizes the high demand for the shiny ones and creates in whole sale. AMEN!