Of death and a T-Shirt
What do you do when a very good friend of yours buys a T-Shirt for you. Packs it. Hands it over to someone to deliver to you.
…and then, the same day, he is crossing a railway track busily talking on the phone and a train hits him. He dies a horrible death.
Its 2 months hence. His gift has reached me today. I don’t know what to do. Its simply too painful for me just looking at the shirt.
I might never wear it.