The last leg of winters are playing their usual game. It gets cold in the evening , but scorching heat during the day makes me want to look at closetful of my sleeveless, waiting to be shaken off the airtight.
But till that happens, lets take a look out there at my white boots , and this pretty Poncho.
January had been an unfettered month, filled with boom and bust, lots of travelling , and experimenting fashion in different climates. How ? Let me explain...
There are some outfits which practically doesn't need much of thinking, and you throw a few pieces together, and you get- Boom- the mode of the day !!! Now see what I am talking about ?? (Boom-you got it )
It was one such day, where I practically did no thinking , except only cared to linger on the streets of India Gate (delhi), and see how they were taking up with the upcoming rehearsals for the 67th Republic Day Parade, and do some strutting alongside, matching boot whites to boot whites(u dont want to know what my auto-correct just suggested for boot haha ).
Minutes later, after happily swirling in my cape or better just call it a Poncho,(it doesn't matter, coz the feminism of this piece, doesn't let me exercise dark and underground),It got crowded while the parliament was in full swing, and people came out of their offices to have lunch.
Their angle and sight was worth their lunch time, which made me pretty uncomfortable feeling a bit oddly dressed. Look at those knee high boots youuu. The stares kept on going from the boots and upwards, and for some it stopped at that hint of flesh c/o this asymmetric skirt,not a good thing outdoors with staggering 400 multi-gender eyes but nevertheless it was a shoot , and what ought to be done should be done.
I kept my rest of the look pretty sleek, and didn't want to volumize any other part of my body, hence this bodylicious or booty-licious hugging (very red carpetyy) asymmetric skirt, came to light with full force.
Maybe the feeling was not that good on that day, but it surely is great at the moment as I pen down my thoughts and my response to the world around me. It was an underscore tribute to fashion on one of the most scenic place of our country in a best way I knew. Perhaps I should dismiss this feeling and rest my case, so that you move over the pictures, and let me know what you feel about this look?
