Of knots, stains and winter

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Have you ever unfolded a sweater?
To rub your hand on it
To sniff the lingering scent of mothballs
And to touch the memories its yarn has

I do, I do it often
With my red sweater
It has many knots that I cherish
Many stains that never faded with time

When I am overwhelmed, I wear it
Thinking - it will rewind time
To that winter afternoon
When he spilled ginger chai on it

I caress the knots and contemplate
How we two were going through the same phase
Poor thing was once stuck in a broken window
Like my heart was stuck on him

Have you ever loved a sweater so much?
To wear it for years together
To feel him in it
And never give it away

Ah, winter!
I sew many memories in you
Ah, winter!
I sew many memories with you

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Comments

  1. Rahul BhatiaDecember 2, 2014 at 1:19 AM

    So many memories attached with the sweater! Lovely writing Saru:)

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  2. Ankita December 2, 2014 at 6:03 AM

    so touching and poignant. it reminded me of a small video I saw many months back where a man wears a red unfinished sweater everyday while commuting. That was very touching too :)

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    1. Saru SinghalDecember 3, 2014 at 1:46 PM

      I have to see this video now. Thanks for reading Ankita! :)

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  3. Amrit SinhaDecember 2, 2014 at 12:05 PM

    Wow ... i mean just wow ... m speechless.

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  4. AnonymousDecember 2, 2014 at 12:09 PM

    Sigh - how lovely!

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  5. VinithaDecember 2, 2014 at 3:24 PM

    Wow, so touching, so beautifully expressed. Brilliant, Saru!

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  6. joshi danielDecember 3, 2014 at 2:53 AM

    very deep!

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  7. LocomenteDecember 3, 2014 at 3:52 AM

    I sew so many memories too, dear winter...
    Thanks for bringing back those memories Saru :)

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  8. UnknownDecember 3, 2014 at 9:43 AM

    Splendid creation Saru.

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  9. MOH DNAZAR MUBEENDecember 3, 2014 at 10:45 AM

    Winters are always full with special memories :)

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  10. RachnaDecember 3, 2014 at 10:47 AM

    So beautiful. I love to take a whiff off a sweater. I actually love wearing my husband's jackets and sweaters. The faint smell of him in them is so beautiful. Loved this post, Saru.

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  11. RekhaDecember 3, 2014 at 10:53 AM

    Lovely little poem that was. And yes, I do have keepsake sweater to smell those good old times. Get these published, Saru! :-)

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    1. Saru SinghalDecember 17, 2014 at 9:39 AM

      You too, are they precious with all those memories. Thanks for a beautiful comment, Rekha.

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  12. K.A. AcharyaDecember 3, 2014 at 1:43 PM

    Simply beautiful Saru. Years pass, but the memories linger.

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  13. IndraniDecember 3, 2014 at 10:44 PM

    This reminded me of my mother's sweater. :)
    Great lines.

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  14. Rajeev MoothedathDecember 3, 2014 at 11:40 PM

    Beautiful...

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  15. Alka GurhaDecember 3, 2014 at 11:45 PM

    Amazing how you knit so many emotions around a sweater.

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    1. Saru SinghalDecember 17, 2014 at 9:57 AM

      Thanks Alka, coming from you it's a huge compliment.

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  16. Anita SabatDecember 3, 2014 at 11:54 PM

    Such warm feelings, Saru :)
    Indeed yes! We have our favorite sweater :)

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  17. Yogi SaraswatDecember 4, 2014 at 12:18 AM


    When I am overwhelmed, I wear it
    Thinking - it will rewind time
    To that winter afternoon
    When he spilled ginger chai on
    very Real and full of emotions .

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  18. UnknownDecember 4, 2014 at 12:43 AM

    Saru, you are so gifted. Have missed reading you. Have been out of Blogging for a long bit. Not getting the time.

    http://travellerscompass.blogspot.in
    http://craftmontage.blogspot.in

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  19. Shubham ChoudharyDecember 4, 2014 at 2:21 AM

    This took me back. Just wow! :)

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  20. UppalDecember 4, 2014 at 3:22 AM

    SIMPLE and sublime gloved together tenderly!

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  21. ekta khetanDecember 4, 2014 at 3:23 AM

    lovely!

    www.hautekutir.com

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  22. Megha SarinDecember 4, 2014 at 6:51 AM

    On your blog after so long and nothing like reading these soothing lines <3

    love
    http://www.meghasarin.in

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  23. Abhijit BangalDecember 4, 2014 at 8:44 AM

    I never thought we could write so deeply about a thing like sweater! Wah Wah....

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  24. ManiparnaDecember 4, 2014 at 1:28 PM

    So many memories are attached with an old sweater...igniting the nostalgia..wonderfully penned Saru.. :-)

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  25. UnknownDecember 5, 2014 at 2:40 AM

    Romance is surely in the ginger chai, the air and the sweater and not to forget in your writing too. Cheers to the red sweater.

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    1. Saru SinghalDecember 18, 2014 at 2:39 PM

      That's really sweet of you. I am smiling after reading your comment. Thank you :)

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  26. Mr.MiglaniDecember 5, 2014 at 5:19 AM

    Lovely Poem , happy Birthday !!

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  27. CifarDecember 5, 2014 at 5:43 AM

    last lines are superb, wonderful writing again

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  28. RamakrishnanDecember 5, 2014 at 12:45 PM

    We do get attached to old things which associate with beautiful memories !

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  29. Palak DuaDecember 5, 2014 at 2:27 PM

    Love in its purest form is what I felt,when I read this :)
    Beautiful post:)

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  30. AseemDecember 6, 2014 at 4:00 PM

    Beautifully done Saru :). Could totally visualize her holding the sweater and thinking about their love and the times well spent :D.

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  31. Ranjana's craft blogDecember 6, 2014 at 11:09 PM

    Some Memories don't fade ...Saru, nice.

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  32. Writefully YoursDecember 7, 2014 at 12:34 AM

    The beauty of describing daily lives and small things in a poem! I don't necessarily relate with the knots but "some stains that never faded with time" is just brilliant :).
    BTW, I would enjoy winters too if there wasn't so much snow in NH !

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    1. Saru SinghalDecember 18, 2014 at 2:57 PM

      Call me crazy, I love winter. May be, as I am Himachali and cold is a part of my life.

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  33. www.lifepartneracademy.comDecember 7, 2014 at 2:38 AM

    Ah, winter! I sew many memories in you. Very true! A nice poem that kindles some old memories. I still have my blue sweater more than 15 years with fond memories.

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    1. Saru SinghalDecember 18, 2014 at 3:05 PM

      Such things are no less than priced possessions. Thanks for reading.

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  34. UnknownDecember 7, 2014 at 7:22 AM

    Lovely lines Saru.

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  35. Red HandedDecember 7, 2014 at 12:11 PM

    This was so good. The memories...how they get attached with the most mundane of things. This somehow reminded me of my grandmother who knitted all my sweaters while I was a kid. I still have them.

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    1. Saru SinghalDecember 18, 2014 at 3:16 PM

      You too. I just love my things which have memories.

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  36. Prasad NpDecember 8, 2014 at 6:25 AM

    This is so beautiful with such nostalgic aromas of past. My grandmother used to make sweaters for us with her own hands using needles... remembering her as I read this poem.

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  37. UnknownDecember 8, 2014 at 12:53 PM

    Nice pos. It is brining back memories of my visiting my grandma.

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  38. AnonymousDecember 8, 2014 at 1:24 PM

    Too good.

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  39. D.NambiarDecember 9, 2014 at 6:47 AM

    yes, yes and yes.
    I have. :)

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  40. PriyaDecember 9, 2014 at 9:38 AM

    Very nice. I too have one such sweater.

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  41. Rohit GaikwadDecember 9, 2014 at 10:49 PM

    Thank You Saru for reminding memories of sweater..Let's decide in this winter to provide sweater who can not afford it..

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  42. HarshaDecember 11, 2014 at 7:45 AM

    This is beautiful! :)

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    1. Saru SinghalDecember 18, 2014 at 2:31 PM

      Thanks Harsha and welcome back. You were missed.

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  43. Jyoti DehliwalDecember 12, 2014 at 5:00 AM

    सारू जी, स्वेटर का महत्व, जाड़े का सीजन एस बारे मे पढ़ा तो सुबह 4 बजे नागपुर के रेल्वे स्टेशन के प्लॅटफॉर्म पर ठंड से कूड़कुदाते लोग नज़रों के सामने आ गये. सारू जी, घटना को 10 साल से भी ज़्यादा हो गये लेकिन अभी भी ऐसा लगता है की काश, किसी दिन मेरे पास इतना हो की इस धरती पर एक भी इंसान स्वेटर, रज़ाई के अभाव मे ठंड से इतना न कूदाकुड़ाए इतना कुछ कर सकु! खैर, बहुत सुंदर प्रस्तुति .

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    1. Saru SinghalDecember 18, 2014 at 3:27 PM

      Sahi kahan aapne. Kaash aisha ho. Padne ke liye shukriya.

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  44. AnonymousDecember 12, 2014 at 12:48 PM

    This is a perfect winter poem

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      Will surely do that and happy holidays to you and yours.

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  46. Lady FiDecember 4, 2016 at 5:01 AM

    So beautifully written!

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  47. UnknownNovember 17, 2017 at 11:49 AM

    Wonderful thought ��

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