PSYCHO Junkyard

There must have been times when you have been in long train journeys where you have nothing to do. You only get to do some visual work. Enjoy the scenery, the people , etc. You walk around the train and see a good set of people totally engrossed in their novels/newspapers/magazines. You wonder what they really enjoy about sitting in a place and reading. You wonder and wonder and you get back to your berth , wrap yourself in your little space again.

In my 25 years of life, as I could recollect, there was never a time I planned on what to wear no matter where I go. There had been numerous occasions starting from my childhood where I had been mocked at or made fun of or even given a sarcastic compliment for the shirts I had been wearing for a long long time. Should I pat myself at the back for my extraordinary level of maintenance to have a shirt without any damage for so many years or should