THAT FAVORITE Tee…..WHICH BROUGHT ME IMMENSE Glee…..

I’m sure that all of you must have had a lucky t-shirt or a favorite jeans and also you must have faced the brunt of caustic remarks from your mom (or your folks) regarding the innumerable times  you wore that dress while being made to  count almost all the occasions you dogmatically represented yourself in that dress!

And still at the end of it, you, possessed by the soul or as we say the feel of that dress, would keep wearing the dress as if trying to fulfill the cause of the may-be-now-withered dress.

The worse part is we start expecting others too to appreciate that dress which they obviously have ceased to do, which in turn makes us acrimonious towards those innocent people(innocent, in this particular scenario only!!)

We become scornful towards all those people who don’t shower our dress, not just us, with appreciation.

We start mitigating that childish furor by reasoning that definitely, ‘those’ people are not trendy and do not have a good taste in fashion ….

"what do they know about fashion??..!!!..huh…if by rarest chance,

 Somehow my dress is sent to Milan..

They would consider it once they give my dress a mere glance

and would price it high under a famous brand…!!!"

I remember once, a two year old favorite t-shirt of mine (which actually resembled a t-shirt worn by my favorite actress in one of her movies) met with an accident in ‘Holi’ (the festival of colors in India). The stubborn colors that were used to make merry in the festival  got cantankerous and attacked my peace-loving white t-shirt hung out in the balcony,…..at first my mom was happy while I cursed my neighbor whom those menacingly playful colors belonged to…..  but then my little’s heart agony reached my mom and soon she decided to wash it..& my t-shirt fought  bravely and came out healthy as before…!!
 In no time, the tee contained me and I was obviously elated. I had won along with my t-shirt, but something had changed. It was like a pyrrhic victory.. I had fought more than needed..

The next day as I held my t-shirt in my hand, I observed that it had gone old and though its aura still tried to cling onto me, I realized its weakened grip now and that the time had come to bid farewell to it.

“Mom I think I should not wear it anymore; you were right about it...see if u can donate it to someone….”, my mom baffled by my sudden transmogrification, gave a smile not really flashed to alleviate my pain but in final relief; albeit it felt better..

 I still miss that t-shirt  that used to proudly exhibit itself, wrapped on me, to its then  little world….!!!!!!

So do you guys have or ever had such unreasonable  nexus with one of your clothes…..?? As I said earlier, I think you must have had…!!!