Some clothes are like sweet memories..

... and the ones that have survived the turbulence (the daily rummaging in the wardrobe), the ones that have been squashed flat by the occasional new arrivals, the ones that are sought after on house-cleaning days...

....are also the ones that are never thrown away, pushed they will be, to the dark corners of the enclosure but never in the bin, for the sole reason that they have something that the newer, jazzier ones will never have, warmth, lots of it, and most importantly no expectations from the one who wears them, no code of conduct whatsoever..

Some clothes are like sweet memories, worn out with repeated use, but funnily enough, leave one with a greater (if not equal) feeling of gratification each time

If only clothes did not make a man....

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