I have always been a plain Jane and I have always believed that I don’t own prettiness to anyone. That might have been one of the reasons why my dressing style was never sassy. Many of my friends complained about me dressing down to look older than my age. But then in my skin, I didn’t mind being the un-stylish and ugly science researcher. Whose preferred to sweat it out at the laboratory rather than spending a fortune at the stores. Another reason could be that I defied male attention to be on the safer side.
Wisdom dawned on me on an evening at a coffee store when I happened to meet an old acquaintance who had got divorced in the near past. And surprisingly rather than raking over the coals of a fire that had burnt her, she was dressed to kill. And that made me wonder, if I was loosing out on something in life. Colours and patterns that could add a dash of spice to your life, was the thing I was wanting.
I decided to head straight to the mall and set a forest fire to my wallet. That big hole all the shopping would leave in my pocket didn’t seem to itch.
For a woman on the wrong side of twenties, as they say, style had to sensible and at the same time chic. I invested in a lot of dresses and colourful kurtis. I decided to also give up on the old boring checks and stripes I had and went in for two classy business suits for presentations. Despite this u-turn in my taste and touch of perceiving fashion, I still stay away from saris and ghagra cholis and all such dresses that can make you trip and fall. Welcoming a riot of colours in my wardrobe set in motion my journey of style.
My style is still very sober and intelligent. Although the arrival of colours has livened up my chest of costumes. I prefer dresses and tops in blended colours to black and white shirts now. My shoes still don’t rest very high from the earth. Not more than half an inch of heels for me. I love flats and especially gladiator sandles.
Now what needs shingling are my bangs. 2014 might have arrived to decide how I must wear my hair to not look boring. Let’s see what I discover in this journey of style this year.
Happiness is savoring a cup of ginger tea in the morning watching the birds hop around your terrace garden, with no care of the world. Happiness is walking to the metro station on your own with your head held high, audaciously resilient against the leching men gaping at you with their mouths wide open. Happiness is offering your seat to an elderly lady in the women’s coach of the metro, when the teenager sitting next to you is ignorant of her travails and is heedlessly headless.
Happiness is not to be defined by deadlines. Happiness is loving your work and hoping that you can keep doing it, till you take your last breath. Happiness is a quiet lunch all by yourself, basking in the flavours of the spices curdled in the curry. Happiness is experimenting with protocols, one by one and seeing your sweat bear the sweetest fruit in the end. Happiness is an early exit from work place and aimlessly lingering around a mall when the blue dress on the mannequin catches your fancy. Happiness is looking at the dress with velleity until you decide to barge into the store and try it on. Happiness is yondering in a bookstore and finding the autobiography you always wished to lay your hands on. Happiness is coming home to mom who had been waiting to make that cup of tea for you all day. Happiness is making your own stuffed paranthas and thanking your stars for having known cooking to help you sail through a rainy day.Happiness is not to be threatened by the misjudging moralists of the society, and wearing your heart on your sleeves.
Happiness is reading a book again and experiencing a karmic connect with it. Happiness is doting on egg-less cake and coffee in the midnight watching a movie for the tenth time. Happiness is seeing the female protagonist of the movie living moment of your life and feeling nostalgic.
Happiness is writing a poem for a person whom you have not seen but wish to meet someday. Happiness is writing a story that you want to tell to the world. Happiness is simpering ear to ear when the world around you is crumbling to pieces.
In response to the prompt on Daily Post