Lost, but Not Forgotten…

Three days ago, I lost my hoodie on the way to the office. I was on an Uber bike, casually hanging it on my laptop bag, unaware that it had slipped away. It wasn’t until I reached the office that I felt something was missing. And then it hit me—I had it when I left home, but now it was gone. I wanted to go back, but traffic was insane, and the city had already swallowed it up. That night, I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t just a hoodie. It had been with me for three years—through travels, long nights, and countless memories. It wasn’t expensive, but it had become a part of me. I told myself, *"You’ll find another one someday."* But deep down, I knew—it wasn’t just about replacing it. Even now, I still feel like a piece of me is missing. Have you ever lost something that felt like a part of you? How did you move on? Would love to hear your stories.