In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wronged Objects.”
Today’s Prompt: If your furniture, appliances, and other inanimate objects at home had feelings and emotions, to which item would you owe the biggest apology?
It would definitely be the plain white cotton top which has been idly sitting in my wardrobe for over an year. I have never worn it, not even once.
I am fascinated with white clothes and when i wear something white, i feel pure, graceful. So when I bought this particular top, I decided to reserve it for some special occasion. And within a month or two (I cant remember exactly, as i was too ecstatic) ‘The Good News‘ came. So I couldn’t wear it initially, because according to old wives tales, a pregnant woman should not wear new clothes. And then as i grew, there was obviously no scope to wear it!!
And now after 4 and a half months postpartum, I struggle to fit inside it. I can hear it screaming at me -“If you had no intentions to show me off, why did you buy me? Just to keep me locked? See now, I smell like old clothes!”
So dear white top, I am sorry, but you will have to wait for some more time.