ππ Thagamma felt
tired.She looked at her feet.Dry
lines on the heels,liked cracked soil in a famine land.She
wanted a pedicure.But going to the parlour was
beyond her budget.And it would raise eyebrows too.It
seemed a very high society thing.She got up early for routine chores.Cook.Clean.Wash.Mop.Cut.Boil.Today she warmed water in a bucket.Cut open
the Re.1 shampoo sachet with her teeth and poured the contents in the bucket.The
shampoo fragrance smelled good.She dipped her feet in that water.Waited for her feet to soak.It was bliss.Then she
wiped them with an old saree.She looked at them.Looked good.Felt good."Tomorrw,when my feet are in water,i put
on my ear phones and listen to my favourite song.Its been 15 years...! Change
thought.Change life...for its never too
late..ππ
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