“God! I’ll
have to wear this shirt again today.” My cousin called out.
“Why what’s
the problem with this shirt. Seems good.” I said.
“Arre I just
wore it day before yesterday and last week too.”
“So?” As I asked
I remembered an incident from college. We were in the sophomore year. Like
every collegian, most of our times were spent in the canteen or on the lawns
loitering. There was this guy, Goutam who used to wear new shirts everyday.
Sometimes I wondered if his father owned a garments’ factory. Then suddenly one
day I noticed he had been wearing the same shirt every alternate day. Though it
did look good on him, but so did many others. When I aired my view, I was
stared at by my group. Obviously I had missed out on something. Goutam got up
and moved out. Anu followed.
“Where are you
guys going?” I called to them.
“Will be back
soon,” Goutam said and went off. That was when the mystery was revealed. Anu
had complimented Goutam when he wore that shirt first time last week. Since then
he has been repeating it. Anu was generally the shy-type. Goutam had been flirting
with her for some time, without success. Probably that little compliment from
her meant a lot to him.
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