Call It A Summer Jacket

I always wanted to be a sweat-free child. For me, sweating was always for bad people who had done some terrible things in their lives and were forever paying back in salt water. I still hate it. For me, even the well-deserved, post-workout perspiration is just a punishment for pissing off the Sleep Gods.

The only thing that is worse than sweating is sweating plus oily skin. Now don't go anywhere, just don't picture it and be with me here. I am just looking for digital shoulders to cry on I guess. When I have to meet people on a hot day, deodorants and face-powders consume all the space in my chic but good-for-nothing satchels. 

What I hate the most about all this is that I cannot layer - like so many fashionable people on this planet - and I cannot wear those good looking white keds with summer dresses. So when it was a little less hot on a weekend, the first thing I did was to run my scissors through a newly bought kurta and wear it over a white top, even call it a summer jacket.

How do you, good readers, manage to layer up during summers?  

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