Autobiography of A Shoe

I am a shoe. I have been skillfully crafted from calf leather in a Woodland factory. My brothers are jealous of my softness, lightweight, handsome looks, and unique design. Like others, I was also wrapped in soft tissue paper and a packed inbox. We were put in cartons and sent to different showrooms. I landed in the Mumbai showroom. Many customers saw me but were miffed because of the price tag. A week later, a quality-conscious gentleman valued the unmatched comfort of wearing me and decided to take me home. He carried me to his new posting place — Milan. In this city of fashion, onlookers praised me and congratulated him on his distinct choice.

My master always keeps me clean and polished. After a long day’s work, I too get exhausted. But a good night’s rest rejuvenates me and I am energetic again the next morning. I am lucky to have a good master.