Bright, red nail polish

Sometimes, a girl just needs bright, red nail polish.

I am finding the world quite taxing these days. It’s hotter than it should be in November, thanks to global warming. I take a deep breath and it feels like I’ve sucked from an ash tray.   On top of it, my social media feed keeps belching out manufactured crises every few hours.  There’s just too much bad news and my cup runneth over.

So, I am resorting to bright, red nail polish. When I look at my freshly coated toes, I see ten cheerful little blobs grinning back at me. They brim with unfettered confidence, and they say to me, “Come on, which marvellous place are we going today?” Pure, infectious optimism.

For a brief instant, I forget about the angst bubbling around me. I leave behind the heaviness. I let my spirit soar on the back of lusty, playful red wings. I wiggle my toes. They dance. Come on, they urge me, let’s play.

I wiggle them again. I can’t help smiling. I don’t know if we over-complicate things and worry about all the wrong things. For a few moments, though, I wonder if it isn’t just as simple as this.


About Archana

I'm Indian and Canadian, and many other countries in between. I read comics every morning and believe the world could do with slowing down.
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