I'm walkin' on air

There's a spring in my step. There's music all around. My soul does a little dance. There's joy in my heart.

What strange feeling is this?

Something has changed about me. Something is different.

Perhaps it is because I'm finally free?

The shoes were just an add-on.

Fine, I bought shoes today. Yes, I know I was not supposed to buy a new pair for another month at least, but fate had other plans. Plans which I swear I was not aware of!

I was rushing for a birthday dinner when one of my shoestraps broke. The first word I said in my head was not "Damn!" Or "Shux!" It was "Yeay!" The broken shoe meant that I could buy another one without feeling guilty!

So I kinda limped my way to OG and picked up a pair of shimmering grey beauties. I told the shop assistant not to pack the new shoes because I wanted to wear them. She packed my old shoes in the new box and passed them up to the counter. After paying, I wanted to ask the cashier if she could dispose off my old shoes for me. But she looked too grumpy to be accomodating, and I was in no mood to let anyone ruin my happiness today.

So I took the OG bag with the torn shoes inside, and made my way out of the shop to look for a trash bin. And right there, near the exit was one. With a deft flick of my left hand, I tossed the OG bag into the bin, shocking the hell outta some guys who were standing there, probably waiting for their girlfriends/wives to finish their shoe-shopping. (Diversion, but why on earth do girls take guys shoe-shopping??? I just don't get it!)

Anyway, back to the gaping guys. They gave me really odd stares. I could see that they thought I was either quite barmy, or was perhaps the daughter of one of those eccentric millionaires who buys a pair of shoes, and is barely outta the shop when she gets sick of them and hence disposes them.

But barmy Sayesha catwalked her way out, smiling to herself, and feeling quite on top of the world. She had bought new shoes, and no one could bring her down. Not a broken shoe. Not a grumpy cashier. Not a bunch of staring guys who thought she was nuts.

And especially not the dude at dinner tonight who kept emphasising the word 'Sayesha' in a strange manner every time he spoke to me, and I could see that annoying smirk on his face that said, "I know your blog. Ha!"

Dude, if you're reading this, here's something for you: I am not ashamed of my blog, nor am I stupid enough to think that people like you can never get to my blog.

If you think it's good, cool.

If you think it's trash, cool.

But don't think even for a moment that you can just sit there with that smirk on your face and make me nervous about you reading my blog.

Because frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.