Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
They live quietly in the closet.”
The closet waits. Silent, judging, full of secrets.
Socks lost in mysterious disappearances, shoes plotting rebellions,
T-shirts from “a newer me” whispering, remember me?
I open the door with courage…
And immediately regret it.
Inside, my eyes fall on bundles of sarees.
Colors stacked like temptation, prints too beautiful to ignore.
For a brief, dangerous moment, I’m convinced
I’ll wear a saree every day.
Suits stand ready, dupattas look agreeable,
as if routine can suddenly learn grace.
Because cleaning isn’t moving clothes it’s time traveling.
This scarf reminds me of laughter I forgot.
These heels? Of dreams I abandoned politely.
And that pile of “I’ll wear it someday”?
Older than my resolutions, wiser than me.
I sort, fold, procrastinate, reminisce…
Three hours later: nothing done.
The closet stands undefeated.
I close the door. It sighs. I sigh.
Tomorrow, we’ll dance this dance again
Me, the guilty human.
The closet, eternal.
—Rajeshwari 💕