High Heels


Click clock, click clock I was walking on my extremely high block heels. Not a fan of them but it’s a big plus when you have to dance with a partner who is considerably tall. As always late, I was almost running in them when my foot bended sideways and I just stumbled and gained back my posture just in time, not to fall. I had a big laugh on my stupidity, I am not a perfectionist in walking them, let alone run. What was I thinking? But then I was not the only one who was laughing at me. There was a bunch of ‘boys’ who were enjoying my fall too.

I didn’t care. They were just boys I did not know, I did not care for and who clearly weren’t worth giving a thought. I might not have given them another thought too, hadn’t they passed a comment on me.

“What does she think of herself, is she some model or something trying to flaunt her in dresses and heels and glasses? Is she trying to impress us?” (This is just a sophisticated version of what they might have said) I mean who are they? Why would I have the need to impress some random boys standing and laughing and showing the least courtesy? I was just in a hurry for something clearly way important than what they were doing, smoking.

I was in full fury when I walked towards them despite the shortage of time when my partner came towards me and stopped me from doing or saying anything. I didn’t even know what I was going to say or do to them but I was just walking when I was literally carried away from there.

I was about to run away as soon as put down but then the time did not permit me to do so and we rushed to the stage for the performance. It went all good, we danced and we were applauded, and we left the stage. I was all calm by then but then there he was, my partner leaving the stage with me, hand in hand, escorting me out. He knew very well, I just danced in them I could manage walking out too but it was his way of showing that he cared. That he was different from the boys who just laughed at my slip.

I might not have given this small incident a lot of thought, but then the two contradictory actions made me think. There are always two sides to something. There may be a bunch of men who do not know how to behave, but there are men who do know a lot apart from riding, stunting and trying to impress women.


Published by Moushmi Radhanpara

A bilingual writer, Moushmi Radhanpara has authored three poetry collections so far, namely POSIES and 03:21 AM –An Ode to Rust & Restlessness, and Resignation of an Angel. She is also scribbling an unplanned rough draft of a story as a part of NANOWRIMO 2020 and hopes that something might come out of it. She has also co-authored two books, The Lockdown Stories and Mirage so far. Her poetries can be found on her blog https://aestheticmiradh.com/ and a few other online portals. She believes in the fact that a better reader makes a better writer. Reading a 100 books a year is her latest obsession. She can be found either drunk on coffee or hiding away from everything and admiring the gorgeous sun.

49 thoughts on “High Heels

  1. I am quite sure and understand the depth and feeling of the woman however, I am also bound to think whether those guys would laugh at every one or would each of them have a woman of their life whom they would hold as the guy did! I mean, thats another perspective that we all have special people in our lives and yet, can have basic courtesy of dealing with another. Good read – thumbs up!

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  2. Nice one .. sply d way it ends ..
    I riding, stunting n trying to impress girls .. you put it so simply yet strongly..
    well .. being a man I can say that Men behave differently in different environments.
    When they are part of d gang.. i mean in group.. they always try to outsmart others n that makes them do insensitive n silly stuff.. laughing.. teasing.. u know d list can go long . Almost to d verge of crime.
    But I have observed n experienced that once they are with their woman.. they do behave sensibly .. just like ur partner did.
    So.. both of them r actually behaving normal.. its just with whom they are ..
    You make them civilised.. calm ..caring
    This is my view on this incident. With all due respect to your perception 😊
    Nicely written.. keep it up 👍

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    1. Your way of seeing it is apt too and as you said it is on the group they are, its just that the company they are in may be not right.
      Thank you so much for your viait and your thoughts on it. I trully appreciate it.
      Have a great day ahead.

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  3. Happy that you along with us agnised the true definition of a gentleman!
    I have always wanted people to be straightforward, hahaah:)) but you showed me an other perspective of tooo much straightforwardness that makes someone forget their morals:))

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  4. That’s the problem with such jobless people. I wonder what makes them think they are so important that people around are merely trying to ‘impress them’. When those high heels would be thrown right at their faces na, they would know what they actually deserve.
    Anyways, they aren’t important. Great that you performed well. Hear me clapping and applauding Moushmi 😉🙋👏👏

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    1. Hahaha
      I do hear you.
      Thanks for appreciating this. It is these men who destroy the general image of men. I strongly believe that not all of them are same, but then I do know that these kind of men, are considerable more in amount and that they do not deserve or have the right to any kind of respect.

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      1. Indeed. I was in a class with 9 boys. All of them were really respectful and praiseworthy. I have met very few like this and I agree that not all guys are the same, just like not all girls are the same!

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