I have never been too much of a fashion or trends buff, comfort invariably taking precedence over style. But once in a while, I do like to buy stuff that promises to be comfortable, and add to my swag. One such garment I bought this winters was a long shrug.
That day, I put my olive green shrug on, and nodded in approval at the reflection in the mirror. I was completely satisfied with the suave look it gave me over my black trousers and tank top. Well my time to admire myself was now up. I immediately jumped into action, packing stuff for the kids. I was to drive them down for stage rehearsals for the annual winter carnival. Costume check –Jackets check – Snacks check – Water Bottles check – My Sanity check.
Sanity, because when you are to drive the kids 20 kilometers into the city, you may as well be prepared for a tryst with madness, restlessness, displeasure over being stuck in a closed cramped car amidst the traffic and not to forget the sibling tiffs over something so significant as ‘Your pack has more chips than mine’.
I put the kids in the rear, stuffed the boot box with the essentials and braced myself up. But as I flipped my shrug around in one direction and took the driver seat, I felt something different. I felt more confident and more in control. Why? Now that was beyond my comprehension. To my utter surprise the drive was super smooth and I was really happy with myself. I suspected it had something to do with the surge of confidence I had felt earlier. But I couldn’t really put my finger on it.
As I pushed the kids in to the premises of the open amphitheatre and passed on their custody to their instructor, I heaved a sigh of relief and turned around to see if there was a coffee vendor somewhere to help me deal with the evening ahead. Ahh! There at the other corner of the atrium I spotted the source of my Nirvaana. As I turned around, swishing my hair from over one shoulder to another, something caught my eye. And the sight stirred my conscious. And I suddenly figured what the source of my confidence throughout the evening had been.
As I continued to walk ahead, my eyes fixated on my reflection in the glass panes that encircled as the walls of the atrium, I took in a sharp breath and noticed the long shrug, lacerating the air behind me. It made me look almost like a superwoman with a cape. Confidence and determination oozed out of every inch of me as I whizzed past with a Tote bag resting at the joint of my arm.
I wonder if it’s as simple as that. Do I really need any other superpower? Or maybe a cape would do the magic every time…
P.S. – This new year I am going to keep the long shrug close and act all superwoman like. What’s that one thing that you would keep close to feel like you had some superpower?