Some memories have no souvenirs, photographs, cinema tickets or receipts to fill a shoe box. The memories that are solely vivid imagination, passing giggles for time to time or even tissues soaked in tears. My memories have already filled five shoes boxes with no space for insoles. Then it occurred to me that the memories themselves live buckled to each shoe.

This blog is a collection of memoirs, short stories (some fictional) and poems each paired to its shoe. I don't mean to sound conceded but my shoes are too beautiful to hide their ugly truths.

So if the shoe fits.....