I loved those shoes. They made me feel all grown up and professional. So, every time I went out, I would don those beautiful shoes. As I walked, listening to the clickety klack of the heels, I would actually feel important. It does seem rather shallow and superficial, but I really cannot deny that wearing those shoes gave my ego a boost. Then, as the holidays came to an end, I was presented with a dilemma- I definitely couldn't take back these shoes along with the others I had packed, so Amma and I reached a compromise- we decided to share the shoes, so I could use them only when I was back home.
Anyway, I had quite a bit of free time towards the last week of the holidays, and I decided to go shopping in Dubai, in order to hunt for a surprise gift for Appa's birthday. So off I set from my aunt's house and hopped onto the Dubai Metro. I got off at Deira City Centre, feeling extremely proud of myself, for not having lost my way. (I've been in the Emirates for the past 6 years or so, but really, exploring the city on your own is a totally different issue altogether!) As I walked towards the mall, the clickety clack of the shoes was beginning to annoy me a little. I was just thinking that it would have probably been a better idea to wear my flats instead, and at the precise moment, I felt my heel sink all of a sudden to the ground...
As I bent to pick up the shoe, I saw to my horror, that the heel from the right shoe had just come off! I meddled with it for a little while, till I caught people throwing curious looks at me. When you're caught in an embarrassing situation, you feel everyone is simply staring at you. And that's when you wish you could just pull an Invisibility Cloak and just vanish... But yes, coming back to my harrowing experience, I held my head high and continued to walk into the mall, with one heel and the other safely stashed away in my bag. I must have been hopping away like a mad rabbit.
At times like this, the craziest ideas come to mind. I was reminded of a lame advertisement I had seen ages ago, where a lady is running towards a room, waving her shoe in the air for its heel had given way, just like mine had. And she sought help from a super strong adhesive, and within minutes it was as good as new. So what did I do? I hopped away on one heel to Carrefour and got a tiny super expensive tube of super strong glue. Then I hopped away to the ladies and applied glue all over the shoe and the heel. And tried to get it stuck. That's when I realized I was stuck instead. Everything else stuck, except the heel that gave me hell. Trust me, I spent nearly a quarter of an hour trying to pull my fingers away from each other!
After a few futile attempts that left me exasperated, I decided to walk without the heel. To my horror, I began to feel the nails that held the heel from beneath the shoe. And that was painful. I had had enough. So... I simply went back to Carrefour and got myself a new pair of shoes :D Ha!
Then I headed to the still -existing Borders' bookstore and got Appa a book for his birthday (The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot.) I had read the review for this book a couple of days ago, and was delighted to come across it. Serendipity, indeed. I had forgotten about the heel that gave me hell, for wearing new shoes is a taste of heaven indeed. But, as I reached my aunt's house, I discovered that I was in for a serious dose of severe shoe bite. Now I understand perfectly well what Moses said on Mount Sinai centuries ago, 'You shall not covet that which is not yours'.
Looking back at this incident, I feel like laughing, especially when I think of myself hopping away like a mad rabbit. But at that time, it was not in the least bit funny. I've become wiser hopefully- I know perfectly well not to wear heels the next time I go shopping. And talking about wisdom, that's something we gather as we grow older. So, who just celebrated her birthday a couple of days ago? *drumroll* Yes, that's right, I turned twenty the day before yesterday. Wohoo, I've