the obsessive
my mum bought me a velvet jeans which was around 1400 INR for my cousin’s wedding
it was expensive as it was 2015 and I was just 11 Y.O weird kid who just wanted to hide the face from his relatives.
the only part I used to love is to get back home from a big ass weddings where i don’ hve any choice but to sit and listen gossips.
( i got my listening abilities from there only)
on the wedding day when I wore that jeans Never have I ever gave fck about clothes but only that day I realize when I got a compliment ” arey wahh jeanse toh mast lag rahi hain teri ”
not just a compliment but the comfort made me felt like that I can sleep with this without changing in night. ( poor me thinking about sleeping )
I started loving that jeans so much that i used to look up to events just to wear that only.
I still have the very same obsessions with my things – my laptop, watch, shoes, earphone every particular thing, i take care of them, you’ll always find them on their places. i clean them once in a while and try not to share them with any one.
well cut to 2018 now I was 14 y.o big kid ( at present im 21 an adult kid 😉
I got very big, I was longer then my mum, sisters and everything has become bigger. I had to go to friends birthday party, this was the very first time I am going out with friends and never wanted to leave the attraction.