The Story of a Rich Boot

Lying in the centre of a busy, wide road, run over by the continuous traffic was a lonely, mangy, old boot. With every blow of wind it would topple and fall only to be driven over by many. The dust which used to temporarily reside on the boot has now permanently found its home.
The boot falls down and is tramped over, tossed from one corner of the street to another. In this melancholic state it recollects its story to the roads and beyond.
Seated on the top rack of the finest shoe store, he looked down at all the customers who would look at him, with eyes that wished they could afford him but none could. He was the shop's finest piece, Italian leather, dusted and polished everyday.He thought he would be the unclaimed king forever, but then his fine life took an unfortunate turn.
An influential, rich man entered the store and nonchalantly asked for the most priced item in the store. Down came the boot, to touch the carpet of the store for the first time. His dreams of stepping down though fulfilled had a lot of twists yet to come. The customer summoned the salesman to pack the 'damn' shoes and drove off in his fancy car. As the car halted the rich man presented the pair to his son and he wore the pricey boots to a charity ball, where after he graced the occasion with his presence, shamed them with his boneless tongue after drinks were consumed. Thereafter, he was taken from the party by force, and was seated in his car, alas, with one boot.
The car swiftly left and a sad boot was left behind which was picked and thrown into a garbage bag. During the transfer to the garbage grounds, the boot fell off but this time it wasn't the carpet of a big store, instead it was the hard tar road of the streets of Mumbai. And there, the prince lay on the streets, left alone, tarnished, stripped off its dignity and position it once held..