Bras is public spaces? Shhh…
When I moved to a big metro over six years ago, I hadn’t imagined that summers would be so harsh. The joy of strutting around in the house in my underwear might have just saved me in the first summer, when my flatmate and I could not afford a cooler or an AC. Contrary to the verb I used (strut), we didn’t do it to impress anyone; we did it to be ourselves, just like men in boxers. The subsequent summers were also spent in a similar fashion, unwatched by familial eyes. A cool glass of iced tea and a book bring comfort as you lounge about in your bare essentials thinking of what to do with a Sunday.
