Fashion

Fashion has always struggled with me. Colour analysis got nothing on me. I wore everything, literally everything that could be found in the men's section. My mother's typical response to any clothing I'd try was "Smart". It was only at the age of 15 that I decided not to listen to her opinion.Despite that, my most common attire would be black T-shirt and black jeans, skinny fit jeans mind you on the eminently thicc boy that I was. I've worn stuff like a joker tshirt to the airport, a red and blue polo with badminton shuttles on it, a black polo with airplanes on it, mustard yellow hoodie, red and black chequered shirt, and a grey T-shirt with lemons on it, just to name a few.

Now, I have my very own Donatella Versace to give me crucial life advice, about what looks good on me. She has done an amazing job so far, like helping me not look like a rickshaw-wala. I still have flashes of my old fashion bug and may wear a golden buddha necklace from time-to-time, but at least I'm not wearing "We are Young, We are Free" T-shirts.