I just crossed 100000 visits on this site last night. I didn’t plan it; it just happened on a very auspicious day! In fact, I have been neglecting my blog for many months now and I eagerly look forward to catching up with this space soon. Here is a poem I wrote few days ago, but I did’nt get time to add pics and design the page until now. I would have preferred to write an intense piece coinciding with these occurrences, but here’s one for the season!
For this is the season. You don't need a reason. Bring out the frills and skirts. Tuck away the trousers and shirts. Such an excuse to look all feminine. And look like you're pumped with estrogen. With frills and flowy drapes. And all those girly shapes. Keep those cottons for the summers. And tailored crisp clothes for the winters. Knitwear and wool, don't bring them out. Time to wear things that will dry without a doubt. Managing 6 yards of fabric. Through the rain and traffic. Stay away from sarees and heavy traditional wear. To ruin beautiful fabric, that pain could you bear? And I really don't get why people are wearing cream, beige and white. There's a high chance they'll get transparent and reveal all that's inside. If trousers and jeans are unavoidable, maybe just fold it up while you travel. You know what to expect this season. Against your wardrobe, don't commit such treason. Think before you pick. Your outfits for the week. You know it's going to be pouring. So don't look at the clouds swearing. Instead, just be prepared. Not just with an umbrella and monsoon footwear. It's such a nice excuse. More fun and colour to choose. So bring out the frills and skirts. The flowy dresses and fun shorts. Oh, I promise it'll be winter soon. And you'll miss the fashion of the monsoon. So keep those leggings and tailored crisps away. Just another month and they'll have their day!
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