No way to go.

What is it about old jeans and kurtas? They're as comfortable as old habits. (Isn't 'habit' also the customary apparel of a particular occupation, notably nuns and monks?) Try as I may, I find it well nigh impossible to let go of faded jeans and threadbare kurtas. They've to be literally snatched out of my clutches, er... back. With most other stuff including books and pens, even memories, I'm comfortable to part ways. Old clothes and habits? No way, at least not without a good bit of whining and wailing.