This winter afternoon when Mumbai was comparatively cooler than previous years, I took out a few woolen clothes and jackets from the loft. What a sight it was to see the winter clothes that had been tucked away for so many years! I couldn’t wait to try my pullovers and jackets from college days, more so because I wanted to see how or whether they will fit me now. I had to wait to put them in the sun to get rid of the moldy smell that stored, unworn clothes develop.

A day later I tried the pullovers, they were all hugging me tighter than earlier, guess they were as happy as I was to get them wearing, I guess they knew I needed more warmth than I needed way back in college.

I then picked up the old jacket that I had worn several times for my campus interviews. Thin air of nostalgia filled the room. I put the jacket on; the buttons could barely meet their buttonholes. This was my jacket’s way of telling me that I had come too far in life, with one child, husband, in laws several new relationships, it made me think of the rewards and my accomplishments just like it did in my college days. Continue Reading