She loved it so much that she didn’t think she’d survive without it. She always carried it around. Within months, it had become critical to her stance and existence. She now wondered how she had managed to live without it all along.
She watched her friend try it. It wasn’t the same. It never was on someone else. And yet, all of her friends insisted on borrowing her jacket. Wind cheater, jacket, sweater, overcoat—whatever she wanted, the blue coat transformed into. Except, she lived in South India and didn’t need a winter jacket made from wool and fur.
