Every wardrobe has a pair of faded jeans which is as good as an old companion. And heart surely bleeds when mom gives away that pair of jeans as a piece of junk.
For every wardrobe’s founder member here’s a small tribute:
You have been my company be it hospital’s corridor or rock concert;
You have walked miles with me be it rocky terrain or a garden of roses;
With you chasing be it goals or bus was easy;
You were my partner in crime in every tryst;
You never let your aging belittle me, more faded you got more beauty you added thus defying the aging process;
It doesn’t matter how many new entrants are there in my cupboard occupying your area, your place in my heart is in tact;
For me it was your value that mattered and was never price;
Now that you left me today how I wish I could tell you that I always wanted to preserve my prized possession for generations to come;
And boastfully announce about our union for ages;
I don’t remember if I have ever said this to you or not but today I don’t want this opportunity to slip off my hands:
I Love you!