Another day

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 Had a really good walk today. I took a turn near Rizvi college and spotted a group of people dressed in the most stylish athleisure I have seen in a while.

One man was in a white hoodie, dove-grey joggers and neon-yellow kicks. I liked the length of his hoodie. It was slightly cropped but the guy had a well-proportioned torso. He wore it well.

There was another guy who looked suave... I know it's a strange term to use for people who are sweating it out...but he looked mighty stylish in a pale lavender t-shirt that had an interesting gravelly print on it. (I would wear something like that.) He had paired it with tracks in an unusual shade of French Navy. It's not very often that one sees that shade in India, much less on sportswear. It's a fresh twist to regular shades of blue. But the best part of his attire was a fanny pack that was embroidered with fruits and birds. It looked lovely! 

The girl in the group had a pretty neon-green ensemble with a dainty line of diamontes running vertically in the centre of her t-shirt and jacket. That little bit of detailing really elevated her look from marathon to martini, if you know what I mean. She had slick, glossy hair and was wearing flip-flops with a little bit of heel and tiny daisies stuck on the straps. 

I liked this group. They were chatting and having coconut water. They looked like they took joy in what they wore, that they picked out their stuff with thought and care. 

Just look at what Carter Road looks like. Who wouldn't want to be dressed for it?



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Atul Sharma said…
You paint such a vivid picture with your words that I feel transported to that scene...
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