Luxury is an addiction, an undeniable one. That’s why the
white-colored Land Rover I saw in the morning entices me. There was a man,
macho by all parameters defining masculinity, driving it with the sheer pride
of luxury. The moment gave me a thought of owning all luxuries in the world
just for the pleasure of owning them. It woke me up from the sleepy journey to
the office. It brightened my day.
What’s in it that attracted me? I do not know. Was it the
perception that ‘Land Rover is a luxury’? Was it that the beauty of the vehicle
and the indirect sight of ‘power’ that protrudes out of it? Of any kind, I should
tell you, it was an utter pleasure to witness the drive of a white Land Rover.
A wooden summer house on the hill, white Land Rover, perhaps
everything the world infused into me as ‘premium’ with heavy price tags gives
me goose bumps, no matter whether I value them or not in the actual sense.
No comments:
Post a Comment