Growing up, I had my eyes on a black shirt with big prints that my cousin owned. She looked like a fashionable Italian model who had everything sorted in her life. But under no circumstance would she part with that shirt of hers. So all I could do was imagine myself in that shirt, happy as a bird.
Last month, I saw this shirt (in pictures here) and I could not believe how it all came back to me. The memories. Even after all these years, my want for a similar shirt had not waned, not even a bit. Somehow, I can't seem to write more at the moment. Thank you for still visiting this blog.
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