A warm old sweater which has been sun-drenched for five winters.
A scraggly pillow with the fluff peeking out from the seams.
The faithful t-shirt of the rockstar you idolised, which grips you as snugly as your lover's arms.
The faded hairbrush with a dozen teeth missing which replicates Ma's gentle massage.
A pair of slippers with worn out soles which has been your companion since those lonely post-graduation days.
The purple hippo soap dish which was a gift back from Mumbai when it was still the land of dreams for you.
A thin maroon towel which is a ghost of its former self which has caressed your body more than your husband.
The sleek Mont Blanc pen, still resting in its velvet case- a reminder of just how ambitious you used to be.
A tattered diary filled with yellowing newspaper recipes, still waiting for that magical day when you'll feel like cooking yourself.
The smell of the gilt edged Alice in Wonderland when you bring it out for its annual reading session.
The feel of iphone just when you've started blogging on the Tab!
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