MY YELLOW SOCKS

I lost a sock today.

Not just any sock - my perfect, sunshine-yellow, feel-like-a-superhero pair. The ones that, when worn, make me believe I can conquer the world. They’re not just socks; they’re a whole mood. But today, one of them vanished. Panic mode: ON. I searched everywhere inside the closet, under the bed, behind the washing machine. But no sign of it. Just a lonely, confused, single sock staring at me, waiting for its missing half.

And then it hit me.

Would I care this much if socks weren’t meant to come in pairs? Think about it have you ever truly noticed when a T-shirt goes missing? Does losing a jacket or a handkerchief ever send you into a full-blown search mission? Probably not. But a sock? The moment one disappears, the absence feels personal. It feels incomplete and so I wish we humans had a pair too,so that when we get lost or go missing in life, someone would notice instantly and turn the world upside down just to find us and make us whole again.

Whether I ever find my missing yellow sock or not, I just hope someone, somewhere, is looking for me just as desperately.