Mere paas gaadi hain, bunglow hain, naukar hain, aish-o-araam hain par mere paas paer nahi hain.
My feet I have come to realize do not belong to me. They belong to little kids who kick you and then push with unbelievable Complan energy in the line for tickets to 'Rang De Basanti'.
They belong to older women who are trying to get off the train when suddenly everything between them and door becomes invisible.
They belong to our great potholed roads to fall into and get bruised, and then to dettol, gauge and lint.
Sometimes they have belonged to crepe bandages and plaster-of-paris casts.
Often they belong to the blisters that new shoes lovingly gift them.
They belong to Krack SR cream because gruff ankles are out of fashion.
They belong to ugly green creams and the salts that the latest pedicure mantras eschew.
My feet alas! are not mine