To rub your hand on it
To sniff the lingering scent of mothballs
And to touch the memories its yarn has
I do, I do it often
With my red sweater
It has many knots that I cherish
Many stains that never faded with time
When I am overwhelmed, I wear it
Thinking - it will rewind time
To that winter afternoon
When he spilled ginger chai on it
I caress the knots and contemplate
How we two were going through the same phase
Poor thing was once stuck in a broken window
Like my heart was stuck on him
Have you ever loved a sweater so much?
To wear it for years together
To feel him in it
And never give it away
Ah, winter!
I sew many memories in you
Ah, winter!
So many memories attached with the sweater! Lovely writing Saru:)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Sir. :)
Deleteso touching and poignant. it reminded me of a small video I saw many months back where a man wears a red unfinished sweater everyday while commuting. That was very touching too :)
ReplyDeleteI have to see this video now. Thanks for reading Ankita! :)
DeleteWow ... i mean just wow ... m speechless.
ReplyDeleteThank you, thank you!
Delete*Beaming with pride* :)
Sigh - how lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Fiona! :)
DeleteWow, so touching, so beautifully expressed. Brilliant, Saru!
ReplyDeleteThanks a bunch, Vinitha!
Deletevery deep!
ReplyDeleteI sew so many memories too, dear winter...
ReplyDeleteThanks for bringing back those memories Saru :)
Thank you for reading :)
DeleteSplendid creation Saru.
ReplyDeleteThank you Shweta!
DeleteWinters are always full with special memories :)
ReplyDeleteAlways!
DeleteSo beautiful. I love to take a whiff off a sweater. I actually love wearing my husband's jackets and sweaters. The faint smell of him in them is so beautiful. Loved this post, Saru.
ReplyDeleteMe too. Glad you liked it, Rachna.
DeleteLovely little poem that was. And yes, I do have keepsake sweater to smell those good old times. Get these published, Saru! :-)
ReplyDeleteYou too, are they precious with all those memories. Thanks for a beautiful comment, Rekha.
DeleteSimply beautiful Saru. Years pass, but the memories linger.
ReplyDeleteTrue, very true.
DeleteThis reminded me of my mother's sweater. :)
ReplyDeleteGreat lines.
Thanks!
DeleteBeautiful...
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteAmazing how you knit so many emotions around a sweater.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alka, coming from you it's a huge compliment.
DeleteSuch warm feelings, Saru :)
ReplyDeleteIndeed yes! We have our favorite sweater :)
You too. Thanks for reading, Anita. :)
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ReplyDeleteWhen I am overwhelmed, I wear it
Thinking - it will rewind time
To that winter afternoon
When he spilled ginger chai on
very Real and full of emotions .
Thank you so much! :)
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DeleteThis took me back. Just wow! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteSIMPLE and sublime gloved together tenderly!
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DeleteOn your blog after so long and nothing like reading these soothing lines <3
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DeleteI never thought we could write so deeply about a thing like sweater! Wah Wah....
ReplyDeleteThank you! :)
DeleteSo many memories are attached with an old sweater...igniting the nostalgia..wonderfully penned Saru.. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Maniparna. :)
DeleteRomance is surely in the ginger chai, the air and the sweater and not to forget in your writing too. Cheers to the red sweater.
ReplyDeleteThat's really sweet of you. I am smiling after reading your comment. Thank you :)
DeleteLovely Poem , happy Birthday !!
ReplyDeleteThanks Rahul!
Deletelast lines are superb, wonderful writing again
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteWe do get attached to old things which associate with beautiful memories !
ReplyDeleteVery true, Sir.
DeleteLove in its purest form is what I felt,when I read this :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post:)
Thank you, Palak!
DeleteBeautifully done Saru :). Could totally visualize her holding the sweater and thinking about their love and the times well spent :D.
ReplyDeleteLOL! Thanks for reading Aseem.
DeleteSome Memories don't fade ...Saru, nice.
ReplyDeleteTrue!
DeleteThe beauty of describing daily lives and small things in a poem! I don't necessarily relate with the knots but "some stains that never faded with time" is just brilliant :).
ReplyDeleteBTW, I would enjoy winters too if there wasn't so much snow in NH !
Call me crazy, I love winter. May be, as I am Himachali and cold is a part of my life.
DeleteAh, winter! I sew many memories in you. Very true! A nice poem that kindles some old memories. I still have my blue sweater more than 15 years with fond memories.
ReplyDeleteSuch things are no less than priced possessions. Thanks for reading.
DeleteLovely lines Saru.
ReplyDeleteThank you and welcome here.
DeleteThis was so good. The memories...how they get attached with the most mundane of things. This somehow reminded me of my grandmother who knitted all my sweaters while I was a kid. I still have them.
ReplyDeleteYou too. I just love my things which have memories.
DeleteThis is so beautiful with such nostalgic aromas of past. My grandmother used to make sweaters for us with her own hands using needles... remembering her as I read this poem.
ReplyDeleteMy aunt and mother did that for us.
DeleteNice pos. It is brining back memories of my visiting my grandma.
ReplyDelete:)
DeleteToo good.
ReplyDeleteyes, yes and yes.
ReplyDeleteI have. :)
Very nice. I too have one such sweater.
ReplyDeleteGreat! :)
DeleteThank You Saru for reminding memories of sweater..Let's decide in this winter to provide sweater who can not afford it..
ReplyDeleteThat's a noble cause.
DeleteThis is beautiful! :)
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ReplyDeleteSahi kahan aapne. Kaash aisha ho. Padne ke liye shukriya.
DeleteThis is a perfect winter poem
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