Rajiv never bothered about the way he looked. He always believed that clothes were for wearing and that's about it.
A good brand and comfort was all he cared about, never focusing on colour, fit and stuff like colour coordination.
He always felt he looked good enough and the rest was taken care by Supriya. She was the one with the subtle sense of aesthetics. The one with an inherent sense of colour, texture and feel. It was as if she could forsee the look by just glancing at th display racks.
They never had enough to buy the best for years. Always settling for a lower priced edition, searching for the cheaper alternatives but never really compromising on looks and appearance.
It was difficult to tell without peeking behind the neck that it wasn't a premium buy.....
Rajiv could buy the shop today, he finally could buy based on preference and choice instead of a budget but he didn't feel like.
He grabbed a few tees and couple of jeans and headed towards the trial room. He tried them on and looked at the mirror, and he clicked the door open and peeped outside.... Shook his head and looked back at the mirror.
He would buy these, Supriya wasn't there to help anymore, so he had to learn to choose or may be just be happy with his own choice.........
He came home and realised that it had been years since Supriya last shopped for him... Yet he clicked the door open for a reassurance about his looks... Something was very beautiful about those years, something was very very precious.
He bought 3 tee shirts and a jeans. Two were purple, he didn't realise that was Supriya s favourite colour too.
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