For JOY and JEANS

Ok, yeah, it's admitted; papers are getting distanced away from our morning rituals. We like to start our day with the crisp paper in our hand, tea on the table and some goddamn honk disturbing the calm from below. Those black, bold letters glaring out explicitly screaming that something bad has happened while we were asleep. Murder, Accidents, Anarchism, Corruption, Vandalism, Law-breakings, Blah and blah and some more blah. Phew, so much for the morning tea is hard to digest, even with a digestive marie!
So we chucked it out from our system. We are dealing with hatred climbing top of the charts and shouting on the top of its voice. Our psyche has dislodged the last leftovers of happiness as scrap. "News doesn't matter anymore- it's all the same everywhere", or more melodramatically, "where is the world heading to?" So what are we living for? To die in the next terror strike or to fit into those rugged jeans of yours?
We live on jeans; we love our favourite pair, old, dirty, faded but still the best fit! Old are young, middle-aged or teens, everyone has their joy moment associated with jeans. That college party, that night out, that rom-com scene, that being responsible situation, and many more- all of them would have you in your fav-jeans! Imagine our life without jeans, that's worse than not having your eatery open when you need! How the world will survive without those curves beautifully fitted in those jeans! What will we ogle our eyes at when there are no slim fits, leggies, low-rise and what not!
The world survives on joy, the joy of sharing that lame joke, joy of letting out a secret, joy embracing someone, joy of celebrating, joy of stupidity, and most importantly, joy of jeans!
So live out, love someone and take good care of those JEANS!