So, in my last post, I asked you for your suggestions at Need Suggestions Please (about shoes)! about whether or not to buy high boots. If you visit my previous post you’ll understand why I wanted suggestions. Thanks to the suggestion of milae, I was motivated to buy them. I ordered them online (my first online shopping experience) and they look awesome.
So, Alhamdulillah I fulfilled my dream!
P.S: Mehwish you’re right. I have bought them but still don’t know how I am going to wear them!
I wish to buy high boots but the issue is I don’t wear jeans at all. All my clothes have shalwars or trousers. And the length of the shirts are till knees or below.
So, there is a sale that will last till 12 AM today. My budget is limited I want them as cheap as possible. But these shoes are knee high.
How can I wear high boots on shalwar and palazzos????
Another option is to wait for offseason sale on ankle high boots.Please tell me what to do..
She entered her room hastily and closed the door. She couldn’t bear to listen to her parents’ conversation. Only because it conveyed her a message. The message that she was growing up. She couldn’t bear the mere thought of leaving her comfort zone. Her home. How could she go away from a brother who does nothing but love her? Who she loved so much. How could she go away from her sister with whom she shared every laugh, joke, and feeling? How could she get away from her mother who loved her above all else? A father who loved her no matter what. But this was essential. And was going to happen one way or another. It was going to happen someday. And she would have to accept it that day.
“I am sorry,” she said as if to put period to our long argument. But the look in her eyes. I had never seen it before. For a girl as gentle and kind as her, she looked vicious. Her eyes were focused right at me. There was an awkward stillness in them. She kept her eyes on me, her head a bit slanted, her arms crossed, as I reached the door. “I mean it,” she said, “I shouldn’t have hurt you.” I turned around feeling a bit of guilt in her voice, but all I saw was a ferocious animal with stone eyes. I reached for the handle. I knew her sorry was nothing but a formality. She would attack me again, whenever she deems it necessary. But I left the room hoping time would make her realize her mistake. As time, itself, is a great teacher…
Have you ever traveled by air? Whenever I travel by air, I love looking out of the window as the airplane takes off. First you see the ground of the airport. As the plane travels higher in air, you can see few houses, cars, parks, rivers, buildings, etc. And then as time passes on, the houses look smaller units and trees look as some green area. Just about 10 minutes later you see nothing but the clouds and the sky. That is when I realize our reality. What are we? We care about so ordinary things. Which car we have, how high our buildings are, what is the color of our skin, how big is our house, are we wearing branded clothes, and so on. Things that are not even visible when looked at from a distance. When we are looked at from high above, we become part of one. Our house look alike, our billboard are non-existent, our cars are just cars.
Just move at bit more away from us and earth seems just all the planets. Our sun looks like a star. If we move further away, we become nothing.
We have to move on from our petty problems. We have to establish peace. We have to take care of each other, because we are all the same. We are life. And only that matters.