Who doesn’t like sunglasses! I love’em too. If I had to choose two sunglasses it had to be different shades of aviators. I just adore these babies. They look nice on any kind of outfit; though my personal favorite is teaming up a jeans and top with the perfect aviator.

Speaking about sunglasses; a lady comes to my mind who I fondly remember as the Lady with the Aviators!

Few months back when my office was in Whitefield, I would commute by BMTC Volvo bus via Outer Ring Road which is literally another IT city within Bangalore. Software engineers by the hundreds travel along the same route all the while playing with their high end mobiles or listening to music on iPods. But it’s not the gadgets they hold that caught my attention. What is interesting is everyone, and I literally mean everyone, has one accessory that they invariably carry along. Some wear it as hair bands, some carry it in their pockets while others wear it like they are supposed to; ‘The Sunglasses’.

Often in the crowd there was a lady. I do not know her name but she would commute daily from Agara to Whitefield. She was tall with jet black hair which was always unkempt, was always shabbily dressed with a purse that was torn from one end, her sandals too were far from clean; but there was something she carried along that was perfect- an aviator or perhaps even a replica of one, point is it was something that was more glitzy then all that she adorned. I couldn’t fathom when her dressing sense was so dishevelled what made her wear those sunglasses every day. I mean what made her keep that detail of her appearance flawless. Day in and day out she would enter the bus with her aviators on, with a confidence that deeply contrasted her appearance in terms of outfits. This went on for several weeks. I began to admire her confidence inspite of all the “things” I felt were wrong in her wardrobe. However, one fine day she stepped in without her aviators. She looked completely lost and her confidence had disappeared. There were dark circles under her eyes, it seemed liked somebody had hit her around her eyes and there were cut marks above her brows. After that day whenever I saw her, neither her aviators nor her confidence was there. I do not know what happened to her but sometimes I feel that perhaps her aviators were a symbol of something in her life that was right, that gave her strength to be confident but that something had suddenly been lost to her one day and so did the symbols!

Today when I see sunglasses my mind often wonders back to her.. Of course the next moment I am back to doing what any girl is best at, picturing how perfect I would look in the Sunglasses adorned by another…!