Speaking to Asha about socks brought me back to this one incident from our my childhood.
It was the entrance ceremony at my primary school. My parents had bought me a brand-new set of clothes, socks, and shoes.
The socks they had bought for me up to that point all had colors and designs. A white pair wouldn’t even be an option as they would never stay white with kids.
For me, white socks were something I dreamed about. On the morning of the ceremony, I woke up earlier than usual because I wanted to put those white pair on.
The white pair of socks just glowed, so pristine. I put my foot into them, one by one, and put on my short navy trousers for the ceremony. For my top, I put on the white crewneck sweater and the navy jacket that went with the trousers.
When I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt like those white pair made me look like a completely different person.
“This is really cool! Like those kids who are on TV,” I muttered to myself.
I wanted to show myself off so I stepped out of the house to find my neighborhood friends and their siblings playing about on the street.
“Wow, you look awesome, really different, in your white socks and all.” As soon as they saw me, they had comments, almost teasingly.
I came back with, “It’s my entrance ceremony so that’s why I’m in these white socks.”
“That’s not true, you can go in a black pair, too,”
replied my friend and pulled on the ribbed part of my brand new pair.
“Don’t, you are stretching it out,” I said and pushed him back. Seeing our exchange, his elder brother came into the mix and pushed me back.
I only scraped my knee when I fell down but what I was really worried about was whether I had dirtied my white socks. I looked and found that it had stretched out where my friend had pulled.
I was furious at him for ruining the white pair that my parents had bought for me for this special occasion so I jumped at him and pulled his clothes left and right.

Of course, his elder brother came into the mix and threw me to the ground and pulled the socks that I was wearing and threw them into the front yard of a neighbor. Then came their dog who picked up the socks in his mouth and ran to the back of the house.
In barefeet and completely distraught, I went back to the house wailing. “What in the world are you doing?,” my mom came to me in a frown. Seeing that I didn’t have any socks on, she asked what I had done with them.
Being so guilt-stricken that they had been taken away after a fight with a friend, I sternly said, “I’ll go to school without them.”
In the end, we couldn’t find the white pair so I went to school with my usual pair with designs.
There is still a picture of me and my mother right before the ceremony we took in front of the house. My eyes are shut as I could not stop crying.