When you move a country and keep hopping so many places ..there is one thing that takes a toll.Your fashion sense.There you are.. an almost 40 something raised in urban india and ..STOP!! the fashion sense stops there. At least for me. After counting all the greys that have popped up on your head and checking the wardrobe which saw itself being packed and repacked and then moved from the one coast to another..you are really not sure where this strange collection of jeans and T's , dresses and skirts have been bought from.Some are worn out but they are the most lucky ones, they have been used the most. Some see the light only in summer and only once a year.Some belong to the era when a baby still thought you were the primary food provider. Some jeans got too tight and some are just not right for the season..but then you carry them all the same.From one continent to another..from one coast to another.
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