The Shirt I never wore
During my JEE preparation, my father often insisted that I buy new clothes since I hadn’t bought anything new for a long time. I had become dependent on my and my brother’s old clothes. One day, my father came back from work with a pair of jeans for me. The jeans didn’t fit, so I told my father to return them and not to buy anything else. He insisted on replacing them and told me that I had to have a new pair of jeans. The next day, after work, he said he
couldn’t find the right size, but I had told him to buy the exact same pair of jeans in the correct size because I liked the texture of them.
Anyway, he couldn’t find the right size of the jeans, but he bought a shirt with him and returned the jeans. The shirt was a dim black-ish color with a grey smoky pattern on it. It was decent, but I didn’t like it
that much. I thought it wouldn’t be appropriate to ask my father to return this too, so I told him I liked it.
Today, I am in my third year of college, and I haven’t yet worn that shirt. Every time I open my wardrobe at home, I see the shirt still hanging there, waiting to be worn. It’s very confusing; the shirt isn’t good enough to be worn on a special occasion, nor is it casual enough to be worn at home. Maybe I’ll figure it out someday.