Me and my Chifforobe went up the Hill.

I came running down and my Chifforobe came tumbling after Me. My chifforobe huffing and puffing, out of breath , My Chifforobe all bloated, distended , inflated from all sides, especially a tumid belly , glowering at me, with a sullen and a frowning face

Chifforobe to Me – See , see so obese I have become, thanks to you. You have stuffed me with such fabulous kurtis , varied churidars,lovely colorful dazzling Punjabi suits, exquisite western dresses, beautiful long skirts, stylish trousers,bequiling jeans, alluring crop tops, chic one piece dresses, pleasing formal shirts, classy saris, captivating lehangas, elegant evening gowns,
all types of clothes reside chock a block in me.

The riot of colours of my residents is discerning to eyes .
The mysterious blacks, the serene whites, the ablaze reds, the uplifting oranges, the calm blues, the mysterious purples, the verdant greens, the sunshine yellow, the resilient browns, the neutral greys, the innocent pinks and the exotic coral, fuchsia, aquamarine, plum , olives and on and on and on .

I to my Chifforobe – Oh, Is it?

Chifforobe – Still Sulking.

I with a pout, do you wish for March 2020?

Do you remember the janata curfew which led to your and mine uncoupling for 100 days?

Chifforobe still in a drugged stupor because of the plummeting descent suddenly goes in a state of reverie

Knock Knock Knock

Its been 90 days no one has let fresh air in for me.

This virus apart from streaking havoc on mankind has also changed my life.

90 days, the lady of this house (that temperamental hormonal femme fatale), where the hell is SHE?

The one who would hover over me, who used to constantly pull out clothes from the hangers and make it untidy.

Her day used to start early.

6 am she used to say Good morning to me and pull out her workout attire

Every day she would wear different dry-fit tees with matching tracks or shorts.

Initially, I tried to disapprove it and tell her not to indulge in skin show and focus on working out.

But she disarmed me by giving a damn to my sermons.

The amazon, myntra packages would arrive and she would lovingly unpack them.

There was no space in the drawer where she keeps her workout attire.

But did that bother her?

Madam is of a different world.

The more the drawer started overflowing, more the packages arrived.

She also has an array of clothes which she wears at home.

Every 2 hours when she is at home, she would be opening me and changing from a simple tee to a longish shirt, from shorts to yoga pants.

And I would wonder why the hell is she continuously troubling me?
I am arranging all the clothes which are already in an overspill state and this lady makes a grand entry, doesn’t even say hello to me and starts ripping off clothes, takes a handful of them, chooses what is comfortable as per her mood and casually stuffs the balance back.

And then when she leaves for her workplace, then it’s a big excitement for all around me.

She will first survey what she wants to wear.

For 10 mins, she will pull something to wear, then mutter something put it back.

And the funniest thing is that every day she will say ‘ I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO WEAR’

They all jostle for the lady’s attention.

The lady doesn’t give a second glance to them at least for a year, as she is very particular not to repeat her wardrobe.

And they also have to compete with the new inhabitants who keep on adding to rival for the lady’s attention.

Afternoon siesta time the inhabitants all get arranged and rearranged so that all can spruce themselves and wait for the lady return.

Late evening when the madam is back, she is not interested in me, she just pulls out her night suit and calls it a day.

I would have such exciting days.

I remember fondly Friday mornings when the lady attends a business meeting and thus lovingly opens me.

She is very meticulously and formally dressed either in a sari, or a formal western attire.

The lady is in very high spirits, so I am also very contented that I am partly responsible for her enthusiasm.

Oh yes, I have had such great times when the lady has to attend parties, weddings, friends get together, and many such other social gatherings.

Every occasion, a different attire, a different look, I would take a lot of pride in helping the lady chose, match and mix thus ensuring a different and beautiful look every time.

This was my life till mid-march.

Then all hell broke in the name of COVID19 and my mistress had to abruptly leave me and go to Mumbai.

And here I am sad and pining for her and there in Mumbai, she is like fish out of water, surviving on a wardrobe which is an insult to her.

I am eagerly waiting when my lady is back and all the previous hustle, bustle in my life is restored.
Now back to present
The lady came back after her self exile .
Leap forward to 2022, the lady is now a law student.
And my days of glory are back.
The lady is dressed in youthful candor now a days.

The myntras have got supplemented with the nykas, karigars, urbanic and many more such new online destinations.
The lady has now new obsessions like perfect accessoring with the dress .
I have a new rival , the closet of accessories overflowing with earrings, nose rings, hand rings, neck pieces , perfumes, make-up to doll up the lady

Want to know the narrative of my rival.
Watch out for this space
Coming soon