One of the important rituals of the night for me, is to polish my shoes for the next morning.
Life is more or less like a shoe after all isn't it. Starts from a factory, treads many roads, walks through carpeted floors and on dusty streets. Mixes around with chappals outside a temple and talks to other hush puppies and the likes across the boardroom.
Every day is a new day, a new gamble, some days it comes home as shining with glory, other days trodden, beaten and dirty.
And thats why every night you must clean your pair, put the polish back on, buff it, so tha the next morning, senor v are ready again
