The changing seasons bring with them a specific set of mind set to our lives. A particular pair of clothes, a typical mood- luxuries of winter sun, sweet breeze of summer evening, autumn gloom or joyous summer bloom. Winds of change, cyclicity of nature- that goes round comes around. avatars of myself manifest themselves in accordance with the seasonal transition. Till the time they come alive at the needful hour, they lye hibernated within lofts somewhere. Out of access. As the time approaches, I bring them into the light of life, bathe them in blazing sunlight and ready them for their shift of job. Myself, slipping into nostalgia as to the last time that they adorned me- the time I’ve lived and come past. Some sweet, some not so. Wondering what new shall we witness this time round. Together.
Some things seem tailor made for ‘you’. They make one feel like it’s a part of them after all. The size, the color, the timing of you having found it or the person who bought it for you.
One such partner is- My beautiful pair of brown boots. My pride. They’ve earned admiring glances/sighs and lots of “where’d you get these!!?”
For long my boots were a prized possession. No matter what ever new footwear I bought, these would never lose their charm. My mother got them custom made for me from the beautiful hill station of Ooty. After years of having known this, one day- my mother and I sat remembering the scenic valleys and the mesmerizing place that Ooty was when we lived there. She recalled the guy who made me the boots.
It turned out that in the days when my mother lived there as a child with my grandparents, she and her sisters would get aristocratic shoes made from the same family of cobblers who made Me the pair. The cobbler was my tasteful nana’s (grand pa) find. Who preferred getting his beautiful daughters –custom made pretty shoes over readymade footwear. The memory of the same breathes fresh in my mom’s mind. Recollecting the thoughts of her growing up days –they set the benchmark of a life of comfort. She feels nostalgic and content.
That is how when years later she found herself with Her daughter in the same breathtaking valleys, she decided to set my benchmark-of a life of luxury. As a tribute to the tradition, begun by her father.
so, this time round when winters approached- I took my boots out realizing that their value is so much more than it was ever made out to be. they’re a legacy, a family tradition. and together we look forward to this winter.