Sometimes I wonder why the hell I even bother polishing my shoes. When you get into a crowded local at peak hours, your feet is so stamped that you may even forget the what the colour of your shoes were. Not forget the sore toes.
I wonder why do I bother ironing my clothes. Its' bound to get crumpled in the train. What do you expect when you are packed in a compartment. And to top it all the heat and sweat. Once you get off the train i am sure your shirt would resemble Mandakini's wet saree from Ram Tere Gang Malee. you'd be showing of your assets (or liabilities if you aren't in shape).
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