63 to nirvana

She looked at them longingly. No, there wasn't any possibility for her to have them on, all at the same time. When she was young she barely imagined that she would ever boast of such a collection! She took a marvel crafted in crystal into her hand and traced the length of it. She had a fire going in the room which made the edges of the crystal gleam. The reflection of which lit two more fires in her hazel eyes.

She lived alone but some how the company of these possessions never made her feel lonely. Every day, after a long day at work, her spirit was lifted at the sight of these beauties. In fact, she did not view them as possessions. To her, they were friends. There was one for each mood, they knew her really well down to her barest details, they would patiently listen to all that she had to say, she could hurl them at the wall, throw them far far away or choose to denounce their company if and when she pleased. More, importantly she possessed them!

She opened her closet. 63 pairs of shoes tumbled out . She went over them  with the same ardent dedication, trying each of them on every other night. That was how most of her day-ends looked like. When it wasn't the case, it wasn't the story that was different. It was her.