I was hunched over a book as I was travelling from Chennai to Bangalore by train. As I was turning page after page, suddenly I caught sight of the foot of the girl sitting opposite to me. Just her foot, without blemish, nicely curved with upturned toes. Such a beautiful sight, a perfect foot. I fell in love with the foot. For a few moments, it was me with a book and her foot, nothing else in the world. Then she shifted her foot and the spell is broken. No, I don't have a foot fetish. I was thinking about it for a long time, I don't even remember her face, but I remember with pleasure the sight of her foot. It was the pleasure of seeing something perfect.
P.S. I had a Black Russian