Cardigan

Found an old cardigan,

Feels like an old friend,

Who engulfed me in their warm arms,

And offered me a trip down the memory lane.

It held me closely in dark times, 

With unwavering tenderness. 

Got spashled with paints from my palette, 

But still remained mellow on my skin. 

So many car rides and footprints, 

And unexplained silences, 

Spent with it draped around me. 

All these years, 

It was hiding in my wardrobe, 

So I could find it one day and say, 

I'm glad you always stayed. 

Illustration by: Vanshika Mukherjee 

Written by : Vanshika Mukherjee