the one incident that ruined my weekend
I lost my lovely brown cardigan
from United Colour of Benetton
first time in my life
something so affectionately close
it’s less about the monetary value
the sentimental warmth attached with it
a cardigan is like the security blanket of Linus
always wrapping around you
cuddly giving the warmth you want
the coils of sleeves, flexibly adjusted
you don’t rotate it as often
as you are rotating your clothes daily
so it actually smells like you too
the very last sight of it
was on the plane,
half-acting as pillow
it is either I left it there
or at the airport,
while I was changing into flip flops
or fell off somewhere along the long journey
too many possibilities
it remained lost
no matter how hard I tried to trace back
let’s put it this way
thank goodness it wasn’t my grey hoodies
thank goodness it wasn’t my camera
thank goodness…
hope it is doing fine out there
in memory
