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That Thing They Call Leggings

Not sure who started the trend. It might be some gal who got tired of the churidars and all the trouble they had to go through to get out of it! But whoever wore leggings first, did a mighty big favor to loads of us guys. You know what, when I was a kid, there was Asha Parekh and Vijayanti Mala and Saira Banu with their thunder thighs all over the silver screen, but then when I grew up, there was nothing quite like it. Girls had switched over to strangely Arab looking loose fitting clothes and all of them ended looking like Aladdin’s maids! (I think they called it Patiala's). And then came the leggings, ah!, the leggings!!

They are girl’s best friends, easy to get into and easier to get out of, and they remain looking neat all day long! And who would mind the stares that they get on the roads! Girls, I am sure, find it a lot more comfortable finding guys stare at their legs than those more strategically positioned interesting places :)

I love the black ones and the maroon ones, the blacks because ambient light glows through fair skin and the reds because, well, girls look great in red, don’t they?

Long love the Leggings! May all girls wear them all the time, and let the Kurta’s have more slits down the sides…:)  LOL!

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