color light pink
make British Club
age One year and Four months
Last seen At my terrace
I lost a shirt of mine. How can a shirt be lost? I’ll tell you. Before that let me tell you something about this shirt. A year ago when I was going to join my company, father and me went to our local textiles showroom and bought me four shirts. The one I lost yesterday was the costliest. When I say costliest, it is only relative. To avoid any speculation let me tell you it cost a little over four hundred rupees. It was light magenta. British Club was the brand. I had never heard of British Club shirts before that day. Considering that I am a nerd in shopping and fashion, it’s no surprise.
I took it with me to Bangalore but never got the opportunity to wear it. Then Eid
came. I wore it for the first time after three months of its purchase. I was kind of very fond of it since it felt great on touch. I went to the mosque with my father and brother wearing it. After that I wore it again on a trip to ooty where it was torn because of my over enthusiasm
. (My mom stitched it back into one piece.)
Then after that I wore it during our Onam celebration
last September. A couple of times more when I went for client visit with my PM. That’s it. After one such visit, last Thursday, I put it to wash. I got the chance to wash it only on Sunday night. I put it to dry on our terrace and left it there till yesterday night. When I came to reclaim it, it was gone. All the other shirts were there except this. Generally I make sure clothes stick tightly to the rope either with a clip or with a knot. I remember clearly putting it over the rope and fastening the buttons. After all that precaution, it’s gone. Somebody must have taken it — intentionally. Intentional as if in a mistake, I hope. Because it is neither new nor costly. So I am hoping who ever has taken it, will return it.
How about when I go to the terrace in the morning, my shirt is there waiting for me to be collected? Hey you, my shirt-lifter, are you listening?