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.












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