White/ Elusive White that slips me by

Continuing in state of despair, my shattered world has shattered even more. And this time, a completely stranger woman person shattered it even more.

Why?

She was wearing a white pant that was spotless and creaseless. How Oh How is that possible?How a dozen reasons why I can’t wear white and hence feel suicidal and shattered (Here I describe my average day)?
  1. First, wake up and stumble towards the loo. Accidentally step on sleeping dog. Earth dog takes form of vicious attacking alien and rips pajamas
  2. Clutching ripped pajamas charge to loo only to find it occupied by other members if family
  3. Family member does not arrive for next 45 minutes by which time about to pass out from ammonia overdose
  4. Charge to loo, relieve oneself.
  5. No time to wait for geyser to heat up so take bath in ice cold water
  6. Charge out, step on sleeping dog and get viciously attacked again
  7. Wolf down breakfast
  8. Drop some food on oneself.
  9. No time to change so try to charge out when vicious dog has reformed into affectionate mutt and leaps at you
  10. By now you have a food stain along with a paw mark stain on your clothes
    Leap into car, drive for an hour. Sun at scorching best.
  11. No parking spot available. Heave into office and get attacked by vicious monster in the form of a boss
  12. The rest of the day is a blur involving many more vicious incidents and people


In not one place in the above scenarios in neither the white pants useful or appreciated.
Woe on Me.

And I have only one question to ask the woman who did this to me?
Did he who make thee white Possible make me?

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