Once, I was admiring the dressing of a sweeping lady in a corporate company.
She was wearing a cream colour saree and black blouse. A hat on her head to
avoid the sunshine and she was wearing a cut shoe without socks. She was
beautiful, most men would have admired her beauty but I had other ideas. I
was admiring her costume and wanted to try that dress. I imagined myself
wearing that dress, though I like the feel of wearing that dress, I was worried
about the job she was doing, it was not that easy to continuously clean the
floor with the broom in hot sun or rain. Only thing is I can imagine being her
and cannot be her.
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