A Strap That Taught Me Life Lessons

Strengthened my support.

- Saranya Iyer

The recent trip to a lingerie shop gave me a much-needed insight towards life. Yes you heard it right. Lingerie shop!

So here goes the saga.

I have always been in search of good bras which could give me a correct fit and comfort. And I found it really hard to get one. It was like discovering oneself or an answer to much sought after question “Does god exists?” The argument is still on. So is the search for truth. The truth here being. “Is there any correct fit for my cleavage? Can they ever feel at home?” I will tell you my encounter with the varied set of bras. Some act like they follow strict guidelines but the minute I get busy hanging out with my schedule, they let my cleavage leap out providing it a freedom, putting their hash tag ‘break free’. Some don’t have a strong support system and putting the straps in place becomes another routine work like keeping the tucked in hair place or like the parents of brattish children. They don’t listen to you yet you yell at them.

And some gives you that level of comfort where you yearn for freedom from them more than them looking out for it.

They are the ones who keep my cleavage very close to my heart. Yes, literally!

Nowadays, variety in the bra fraternity is similar to the poor alphabet ‘A’ which stands for so many things. ‘A’ stands for Artist, Ambedkar, Amritsar, Arjun from