I am happy

Today as usual i was late and running from the rick to the station when i noticed my jeans were muddy.Not the whole u kno, jus the hem.Now i m nt that fussy, but i dnt like mud.Just cnt stand it.So muttering to myself i climb the train and i feel as if all the females are jus glaring at me and i swear one aunty looks as if she ll plunge into her handbag and get Surf out.Then i notice sumthing more irritating, even my shoes are muddy.And hell the look bad! And to be honest, i hate dirty shoes.I know shoes are bound to get dirty but i loathe them aneways.Cringing badly, i get down at Parel to change from Elphistone.Thinking that first thing aftr reaching col,i ll wash my shoes, i climb into anthr train.The train moves out of the platform on its own slow rhythm.I notice three girls who sell earrings, clips and bindis in the compartment.Nothing new about them.I wont mention how the youngest who might be hardly 6 couldnt carry the box of clips on her head and the eldest sweetly took it from her.I wont say how the middle one cutely sang a song when the little one said she was bored.I wont tell you that even though no one took anething from them, they were chatting happily and noisily.I refuse to mention how the little one had nuts, very few of them but she divided them equally and how they all smiled and sang sum song in a south indian language when i ate.I didt understand what they sang but i loved it and i wont tell you what made me write this blog....they wore no shoes!Suhana safar aur yeh mausam haseen.....Shikha.