Tuesday, January 16, 2007

My Red Sweater

I've a red sweater. It used to be my favourite one. almost every other day it shield me form the winter by its warmth. And slowly it was taken for granted.
this winter, I went to a new place. I got new clothes to keep me warm. and I was quite happy. Then one day, while looking for something else, I found the red sweater. the colour seemed so bright, the warmth so welcoming. I remember how it used to be my favourite. And I wore it once again.

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10 comments:

adi said...

red is a colot that has never never left me and the one that i've never quite embraced...

Arz000n said...

Red sweater.....hmmm...very nice :)

Vipul said...

red tats my fav color hehe nice:D

deepti said...

How cute a post, so sweet,
Brought back a lot of memories,
Me n my sweetest friend Megha used to roam arnd in the mrkts looking for two same red coloured tops every second week, n well its been long we got something in red, her b'day is coming, may be we again get back to shopping for our memories through colours...
Loved ur post.

Abaniko said...

Sometimes, you just can't ignore your favorite items and you find yourself using it again. And again and again...

Malvika said...
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Malvika said...

we do tend to take things for granted. i think its a lesson tht u shudn't forget old things once u get new stuff because there are several memories and sentiments attached to them.

adi said...

second time here
and somehow, this post has changed colors :)
now, it has become the most beautiful thing u ever wrote
and this is BEFORE i read her post :)

Ashi said...

its been long since i visited your blog, glad to see that it has not been abandoned :)
this post reminds me of neruda's ode to a pair of sucks. not similar to it but just reflective i guess.

Rodney D said...

I was googling for the keyword, 'meaningless crap', and voila, your blog was the first result. I must commend you though - your blog content betrays not its title.

I have a similar story to share. Here it goes:

I have a pair of blue Levi's. It used to be my favorite one. Almost every other day it shielded my crotch from the summer sun. And slowly it was taken for granted.
This summer, I went to a new place. I got new clothes to keep my crotch covered (and also to not horrify the rest of the world), and I was quite happy. Then one day, while looking for something else, I found the blue Levi's. The color, though faded, seemed so bright, the 26" waist so welcoming. I remember how it used to be my favorite. I tried wearing it once again, but it ripped down the middle.

Fin.