AbsurdAnce!

On my way back from office today, I saw a man crossing the road. He was standing on the divider and the thing that caught my attention was his blazer. It was velvet! I will admit that this is not the first time I am seeing a velvet blazer but this was surely the first time it ended up triggering a lot of memories. You see, I owned a velvet dress once. Once as in, some 20 years back. It was a dark shade, not black, not brown but something which is a mix of both these colours. There probably exists a unique name for that colour but I have no clue what it is. It was gifted by my cousin I think. Probably the eldest one, who was our source of exotic clothes and unheard-of books (Harry Potter being a prime example!). It was a straight cut plain dress made of brown/black (?) velvet. That's it. End of story. No sequins. No embroidery. No embellishments. Nothing. When I wore it for the first time, I felt like I was wearing the shed skin of a snake. And, I was so skinny that I probably