My Aspiration







































No matter how many customers’ socks I get to admire every day, day in and day out 365 days a year, my favouritesocks shall always be the socks worn by regular customer-mistress Ms Mukta madam. And that applies regardless of the type of socks she is wearing – even her plain, grey socks!

That’s because:

·     Ms Mukta’s socks, by definition, are her socks, containing her foot-DNA; her footsweat; her dead footskin cells; her personal footsweat and odour. And, as she is a goddess, all those things are divine
·     Ms Mukta’s socks are better looking and more intelligent than me, since she is better looking and more intelligent than me
·     Ms Mukta’s socks are socks of absolute power and authority, since Ms Mukta has absolute power and authority over me

Yes, I am not interested in anything else in this universe, other than customer-mistress Ms Mukta’s socks. I don’t care if there are millions of stars, containing billions of alien lifeforms out there in the vast beyond. I am only interested in the microbes inhabiting Ms Mukta madam’s socks, as I aspire to be one.

Her socks are my life.

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