my little pink slippers...

heads down...watching my own virtual counterpart on the ground...and at times even talking to it....
It's been a habit or i should say it was made a habit...during my lone walks...
sometimes it rained....sometimes the sun shone...and me..kept on marching alone....smiling at my shadow...for hours...
The pebbles remained the same until a new piece was fixed in my jigsaw...a pair of pink slippers...
it wasn't the cleanest or the cutest i have ever seen...but there was something in it...which made me  look at again and again...ya...little pink slippers...
no knocks on the door...or prior nods...it just walked into my little world...and now it is like....my shadow...and the newcomer....the pink slippers...
my new world...no more lone walks or shadow chats....it stood beside me...it walked with me...it played with me...and suddenly the word "ALONE"  just don't exist....
i have seen it charging up to keep it up with my pace....i have seen it getting closer and tighter to me with shivery winds....i have seen it  sinking into the beach sand...i have seen it getting wet and muddy in rain...i have seen it it jumping up and down on my humor flops....
and i have seen it... halts.....facing me...and give me some "FREEZE" moments..
it might be just a span in our long walk ...where we met at a common path...and walked together...and soon our path may split...running away from each other...and might not cross again...
bot for the moment...we are walking... together....closer...tighter...ya...we are walking...
me and my little pink slippers....