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SHORT STORY
JULY 2019 STORIZEN MAGAZINE | 53
room. He saw her. She was in
her homely clothes – a pair of
shorts and a baggy t-shirt. He did
not notice her smile because his
eyes were fixated on her feet.
She stepped into the living room,
her feet - her sexy feet buried in
his soft carpet. He noticed her
feet were large, and that her
toenails were painted with a deep
brown matte nail polish. James
had no single idea whether such
colour was in fashion or not.
Nonetheless, the colour made
her feet look great, so much so
that he could not take his eyes off
of them. His eyes raised just
slightly when something silvery
dazzled in his vision. Strapped to
each of them were beautiful silver
anklets – the sources of the
pleasant clinking and tinkling
sound.
He watched her feet as they
made their way towards the
kitchen. He distinctly heard some
feminine sound but he could not
be certain what it was about.
Maybe it was his hangover
playing tricks with him but he
could not stop his eyes. The
curves of her ample calves,
descending down to those
silver-strapped ankles...it was
as if he was observing a
woman's bare feet for the first
time. It was a vision. A vision
of utmost beauty. Like the
Universe had taken utmost
efforts to create the women's
feet so sexy and the man
created the perfect jewellery
to beautify them even more.
He was so much attached to
that vision, like a prisoner
seeing light after ages.Can something as simple as a
pair of feminine feet can affect
one this much? He had never
been one to sit back, take time
and actually observe the
women he had been involved
with. He just appreciated them
and all the passionate
moments spent together, yet
he never really noticed and
observed much. And today,
the clinking and tinkling of
Meera’s anklets caught his
attention like nothing else. He
noticed. He got intrigued. He
observed.