With the sun shining bright and cold wind blowing and freezing almost everyone it touched that morning, Miss T tried to balance herself in her 7-inch green velvet block heels that she wore last night for the party from which she thought she will return by midnight. But who was she fooling? It was Miss T and one of her crazy nights that led her to the metro gate number 4 of Connaught Place, New Delhi, the city where she lived when she was 24. With her bag in one hand and cell phone in the other, she tried to think of what made her step out from the comfort of her really soft bed in the first place? That's when she heard him saying, ‘If you can’t wear them, take them off.’ Her friend who was tall, fair, silent killer kind and had reasonably good looks and who she knew for less than 24 hours as they were in the same party and crashed at the same friend’s house and had to reach the Metro together because both had to travel via local commute, offered to hold her green heels. This was the year when The President of the United States of America decided to visit her county to be part of the Republic Day celebrations and hence the cab services were down due to security reasons and Miss T missed the feeling of calling a cab early in the morning and taking her from one place to another at her own comfort. You see Miss T could live in her heels, but walking in them on the cold morning of 25th January after dancing in them the whole dam night was not exactly how Miss T thought her morning will start. So after hearing her new friend, Miss T turned around and said, ‘Yes, sure and the hold them in my hands all along the way while I walk barefoot? That’s what you want?’ By the time she could say no, her new friend picked up her heels and said, ‘Let me take these and we will get you a pair of slippers and then we can catch some breakfast.' He looked at her with so much conviction as if he knew that all he needed was to talk about food and Miss T will agree to his suggestion and that's exactly what happened, without second thoughts Miss T agreed. With her heels in her friend's hand and her bag in hers’ Miss T walked with a thoughtful smile on her face. While she looked at her new friend holding her heels and walking with tough look kind of attitude on his face, all she could think about was, what was this guy thinking? Does he always pick up heels and walk around like this? What would these people around them be thinking? Will the girls with their guy friends/ husbands/boyfriends be jealous? Will the boys curse the guy next to her for doing something like this because now their girlfriends or wives will ask them to do the same? Will they think what kind of a girl makes a guy hold her heels? Why did she agree to let him hold the heels in the first place? Was it his face? Or the silent kind of look on this face? Maybe it was the vibe? How did he know she was hungry? And where was this guy taking her to have breakfast? She hoped it wasn’t McDonald. Miss T’s thoughts took a back seat as soon as they bought a pair of new slippers for her and started moving towards a small stall right down the stairs next to another metro gate. Now, this was not a usual fancy place with a rich breakfast menu and fresh fruit juice on request type, but was a small stall with sitting stools made out of soft-drink bottle holding containers, people sipping tea in small glasses and chatting about the security POTUS bought with him which was unbreachable. This place was right under the sky and was perfect to catch the morning cup of tea and to Miss T’s surprise it served exactly something that she needed besides food, a cup of ‘Black Coffee’. While her not so old friend ordered two cups of black coffee and buns with some butter on them Miss T thought about the walk from the metro gate to the stall and how she walked around barefoot with a guy she barely knew and who became for the people who saw him, 'The Guy with High Heels.’
