Nothing In Common
Just because local girl Ms Mukta is a regular customer to my footoire booth, it doesn't mean she is my friend. I am regularly ignored by her as I dutifully lickshine her dirty sneakers.
And rightly so - for why on earth would a superior being like Ms Mukta, a young woman, wish to converse with the likes of me, a mere slave? We have nothing in common. She is a goddess, and I am but a common shoelicker. All I am fit for is to taste where she has been walking. So she is much better off listening to her music on her headphones.
Meanwhile, I get to see the creases and folds in her short grey anklesock as her foot subliminally taps to the music.
And rightly so - for why on earth would a superior being like Ms Mukta, a young woman, wish to converse with the likes of me, a mere slave? We have nothing in common. She is a goddess, and I am but a common shoelicker. All I am fit for is to taste where she has been walking. So she is much better off listening to her music on her headphones.
Meanwhile, I get to see the creases and folds in her short grey anklesock as her foot subliminally taps to the music.
