Footwork

Yawn! Did you sleep well? Well I did, but I bet our neighbors had a sound sleep being close to the Air Conditioner last night. Although, it doesn’t matter now since we have the whole day of stepping to do. The floor feels so cold after the warmth of the bed and like that was not enough, we got wet! But after all these years the things we have been subjected to, we are literally a part of his life and we carry such a huge weight, again literally!

No, No, No, No, not those same socks again! We refuse! Just because we don’t have any sense of smell doesn’t mean we are void of feelings. Whom are we kidding though? It’s not like he is going to listen to us. Or did he just guess?? because thank God, he found a fresh pair. And now, here comes darkness over our lives for the next 12 hours or sometimes more; no thanks to his partying habits directly after work!

Stop wriggling, will you? I can’t lay flat with you fidgeting. And from the confinement I am in, the only highlight for me is the melodious sound of our kind from outside. The years of experience has honed my skills so much, I can tell a child from an old man to a lady and the lady in high heels. The orchestra of skids, taps, squeaks, thumps, clip clops, clacks transfers me to this non-existent melodious world of music until such time when I scream out Ouch!  Ouch!  Ouch! Ouch! Some confounded idiot with his head in the clouds oblivious to his surroundings steps on me and walks off! His weight almost killing me, leaving the shoe fuming for taking away its shine!

The cacophony of angry engines, clatter of cycles, voices over voices, sweat, din, and dust replaces the harmony as the clustered street gets ready to devour. You wouldn’t think politics is of any interest to us. But, I will tell you otherwise. For, politics is the reason I believe, which amongst other things offer us this ill-trodden road to walk upon.  Failure is the stepping stones to success is an idiom you moron! You don’t have to take it literally and leave the road strewn with stones. Success would be a far cry; before that you will land up with sore feet in a hospital nearby. But seriously, pity our woes and mend the streets as soon as possible.

Well some respite now at least for the next 9 hours. As he gets busy with his work, I indulge in some severe day dreaming. Far from the hell we endure daily, is a lush green field I desire to walk on with nothing so much as a cloth, suede, leather or canvas in between. The dew filled blades of grass, the pristine rays of the Sun, the nature’s abundance makes the ground beneath me a paradise! Pretty soon, the day dreaming ceases as we get ready for another chapter of turmoil.

I wonder if he has ever heard the sound of relief in unison as soon as we are given our freedom from the stinking and suffocating covers. We are happy we can breathe again, see each other again and relax a while before we are put to the grind again. We are the simple 10 who just requests to be kept clean and happy and in return we shall carry your burden. For the readers guessing still, I am your loyal feet!