Second class in Suede

I love talking about my shoes.
Honestly they are all that I've got.
No not honestly.
I have a lot more apart from them but speaking strictly materialisticly they're all that I've got.
Clothes do matter to me but the charm that a pair of shoes bears for me, is unmatched.
I am the proud parent to a beautiful pair of suede kitten heels in a dead nude colour.
Yes I sound like a cliched girl who wears pink and gets a manicure weekly but my weakness for shoes is probably the only give-away in my otherwise tom-boyish countenance.
So a few days back, I had to get on board a Mumbai local during rush hour, wearing this pair of lovelies.
The only thought in my mind was "Not a single sole (pun intended) should touch my shoes".
I had to, quite literally, tip-toe down a gangway, which was crowded enough to drown a person.
So somehow I managed my way across to the other door of the gangway, to find myself precariously balanced near the foot-board and even then the only thought across my mind was "what if my shoes slip off my feet?" My life was a mere trifle for me in those moments of 'shoe-protection' it seems. :P
Despite all my efforts and fine balance moments, they did get damaged, near the heel, only the left foot though, thankfully.
And although you would categorise that frayed spot on the heel as something dismal, for me it was nothing less than a heartbreak.
I haven't given up yet. There's a shoe doctor who repairs shoes and delivers them back to your place. Off to look for his contact details for now.