While ‘throwing’ everything from my bed-box, in the cartons, I found these beauties. These shoes belonged to my grandfather. I was very close to him, and after he breathed his last, I needed something of his in my life. These shoes symbolized him, as he never believed in taking cabs, buses, trains. He would walk everywhere. Unless of course, if it was more than 10km. My pregnancy and kids, made me forget about these.
One year later
Today these shoes, sit on the mantelpiece of her drawing room , next to where her race medals hang.
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