12/10/2025
Down the memory track
Why I Stopped Wearing Leather.
It began with a simple school lesson when I was in tenth grade at Govt. Higher Secondary school Sopore Kashmir —
There was a chapter in our English
THE BOOK OF NATURE
collection of letters written by Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru to his daughter, Indira Gandhi, during his years in prison.
Uncle . Mr Rafi Ahmad Masoodi beautifully explained this lesson .
Teaching his daughter from Jail Pt J.L Nehru beautifully described how even a humble pebble could tell a story — a story of endurance, transformation, and time.
He wrote of how flowing water slowly shapes a hard rock into a smooth pebble, each curve marking the patient work of nature across ages.
That imagery never left me.
It taught me to look at the world differently — to see stories hidden within ordinary things.
One morning, as I was putting on my leather shoes for hospital , the light fell on them in such a way that they seemed to speak.
I suddenly realised that they too had a story — not of fashion or craftsmanship, but of pain.
I imagined the young calf that once breathed and ran freely, its life ended for the sake of human comfort.
Its hide was tanned, polished, and turned into something we would call beautiful.
That realisation filled me with sorrow.
That day, I made a quiet decision.
I could not stop the cruelty that exists in the world, but I could refuse to take part in it.
I chose to stop wearing leather — shoes, jackets, belts, or any item that came from an animal’s suffering.
It was a small personal act, but one that brought immense peace to my heart.
So, when I slip into my non-leather shoes today, I do so with gratitude — gratitude to those who taught me empathy
The story of a pebble taught me to listen, and the story of a pair of shoes taught me to care.