A question of free will
March 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
She told him that if he bought the bright red shoes she would stop going out with him. They were at a nicely air-conditioned store of a popular sports brand.
“You are not 17,” she said.
It was true. But wasn’t 27 the new 17? And he was not from India’s North-Eastern states either. Where the people may be torn by political strife, but they were perennially, magically, fit and cool. Always 17.
What was wrong with red shoes?
They looked different. They stood out. It was like standing on flames.
But then he thought, he would be singled out. Even if he managed to convince his girlfriend, his friends would laugh. And even in a crowd of strangers, he might feel that some are randomly judging him. Some might even hush and point. They may not, but he would feel they were.
He bought the blue ones, with an orange line.