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A Strap That Stripped My Struggle And Taught Me Life Lessons


The recent trip to lingerie shop gave me a much needed insight towards life. Yes you heard it right. Lingerie shop!

So here the saga goes,

I have always had been in search of good bras which could give me a correct fit and comfort. And I found it really hard to get one. It was like discovering oneself or to an answer to much sought after question “Does god exists?” The argument is still on. So is the search for truth. The truth here being “Is there any correct fit for my cleavage? Can they ever feel home? I will tell you my encounter with the varied set of bras. Some act like they follow strict guidelines but the minute I get busy hanging out with my schedule, they let my cleavage leap out providing it a freedom. Putting their hashtag ‘breakfree’. Some don’t have strong support system and putting the straps at place becomes another routine work like keeping the tucked hair at place or like the parents of brattish children. They don’t listen to you yet you yell at them. And some gives you that level of comfort where you yearn for freedom from them more than them looking out for one. They are the ones who keep my cleavage very close to my heart. Yes, Literally!

Nowadays, variety in the bra fraternity is similar to the poor alphabet A which stands for so many things. A stands for Artist, Ambedkar, Amritsar, Arjun from Mahabharat and so on. Let me tell you my daughter’s first words book’s saga. Introducing Alligator to a 2 year old toddler, can anyone beat that? A which stood elated with the position as first alphabet is now shedding tears and is feeling helpless. What happened to that fruit which kindled passion between Adam and Eve? What happened to that fruit which has a beautiful red skin all over it with a juicy interior inside? What happened to the humble fruit which enjoyed the status as label for the letter A and played in the innocent mouths of toddlers. That making it sweetest in the category of fruits. A can be nothing but Apple. There is no replacement for Apple. They are entwined with each other for eternity. A and Apple are the couple who enjoy marital bliss forever. Likewise I am in search for that ‘A’ for my Apple in the middle of thousands of options available in bra domain. The one which will keep mine stay in equilibrium and be blissfully married to my cleavage.

Coming face to face with the level of comfort teaches you many things. To name few, it helps you reflect on your struggles which you faced, before you discovered the comfort, giving your life a meaning or a bigger purpose. The comfort that I yearned and the thirst for that comfort was quenched with the right bra. In other words, nobody wants to be stuck in a relationship that is not making them happy, be it a bra or our personal relationship with people or anything in this universe.

Comfort, for many, gets translated into luxury. This is a word which is misconstrued for ages and have taken a form which is completely different from its self. According to yours truly, comfort has two levels which is basic and luxurious. My tryst with the right bra gets a place in basic comfort box. So what are we doing to achieve the level of basic comfort? Why do we put aside the goal in achieving that and toil to stay in the struggle zone forever. It is our foolishness to stay inert at many times and not aim for the comfortable zone. We may remain calm but our hearts will never be at peace. The struggle sometimes captivates us and after a point of time we forget that we ever tried to achieve the comfort.

Why keep on sulking if heaven is at the end of the tunnel? Its you who have to pass through sticky and sickly green snatches in the recess of the tunnel and reach out to the light at the end of it. So go on, step into the right shoes and walk to the path of comfort. Comfort is for one who aims to achieve it. I can understand that every person has a different definition of basic comfort and I am not denying that. But having known what would satisfy your need and pacify your wretched nerves, it is time we make that decision to smoothen the wrinkles on our path and be at peace with achieved comfort. And I am sure every person with their focused effort, can make their A meet the Apple, regardless of the size of the struggle. Like I did mine. Pun intended.

I wish to quote the words of the acclaimed author ‘Mark Manson’ from his book ‘The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*&k’, “Nobody else is ever responsible for your situation but you. Many people may be to blame for your unhappiness, but nobody is ever responsible for your unhappiness but you. This is because you always get to choose how you see things, how you react to things, how you value things. You always get to choose the metric by which to measure your experiences.”




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