The Missing T Shirt & Other Stories

One day,  I found my one T shirt to be a tad too lose. And obviously I didn't lose weight (never do). It was a lose one already, like one of those big ones you need to get inside of and spend the whole day in, in the room, not necessarily with any shorts on. Naturally I was very possessive of it. Plus it had one of those anti-global warming slogans with a double meaning. I loved that double meaning, which was obviously the first  (and sometimes the only) meaning people got. It (the T shirt not feeling like mine thingy) didn't matter much though, like a lot of facts & figures, in my life, that might have a chance to worry me, I brushed it under the carpet.

Later, a few weeks later I discovered, some guy in the campus wearing the same T shirt. And then I realized that the laundry people must have swapped mine with his, and look, he didn't even realize. Or did he? This guy and I had graduated from the same school years ago, and then were doing our masters together. The T shirt in context was a college T shirt that everyone had bought way back then. I looked at him for a few moments, wondering of our shared history, and how less often we even spoke.

Today, I look at that T shirt, crumpled in my closet, which I really don't know is his or mine and think. How many many men and women we come across and how little they leave their impressions on us. Chemistries, in particular are that transient. Nobody seems to remember. Sometimes, I shock myself with how indifferent I feel toward someone I loved to my breath's end, to the edges of my heart, to the depth of my intestines, and to the mighty horizons of my mind. And today, I could pass by him and not look back. That's how minuscule of people I carry within me.

Even when I am with someone, I let their aura sink into me only for those brief couple of minutes, and if only I like them that much. Otherwise, nothing, hardly ever stays.

The only thing that stays, is the memory of that companion, being with who, sometimes I tend to forget that I do indeed have, company. 

6 comments:

Titash RC said...

I relate.

We are constantly changing as are our desires.

en.cee said...

As always, I bow down to what you write..

Anonymous said...

How lonely life must be even when surrounded by people. I feel for you...yet I understand. *hugs*
Take care, God bless and be well.

Anirudh 'Lallan' Choudhry said...

kaash ban jaun main nazar unki...

khud hi ki nazron se gar dekha

to kya dekha hai

wildflower said...

@Titash
Sometimes, that change is as desirable as it is otherwise

@Neha
Honored, flattered, happy.

@Anon
Hugs!

@Lallan
Good to see you here, rudh.

Krish said...

Slowly drifting from humor to seriousness, from shallowness to depths until the last line finds a way to slap you. Lovely!