I always give due reverence to my electronic gadgets (Whatever I have), clothes, sandals, jewelry (read artificial, oxidized, chunky…). Take good care of all of them. Forever trying to protect them from lecherous stares and black magic of vicious relatives.
Possessions stimulate my mind to greatest possible height. When I have to protect my attires the mind secretes ultra creative juices. It produces whitest of lies. Sometimes the beggar ends up lending me her clothes or at least the promise of crediting me one for a short duration!
To my amazement, pretexts make me look so cute, vulnerable and endearing to many! Honesty, truth, logics always put people off. They find you overbearing overwhelming and above all feminist! Who wants these adjectives? Certainly not me!
I can not understand one thing, every time I am down and out, I try to hug my finest jewelry, my best clothes, my branded TV (IMPORTED ONE), my pointed heel sandals. BUT they NEVER talk back! On my depressive bouts, the people, who understand me, talk to me, hold me and embrace me, are the same to whom I make excuses!
But this will not dampen my spirits. I have full faith in my belongings. One day a brand new technology WILL develop and my accumulated inventory WILL talk to me, console me, pat me. I will never need my people around me.
