If my closet had a Wrapped, it would probably crash the app. Too many cities. Too many moods. Too many versions of me crammed into hangers, drawers, and suitcases that refuse to zip. Four closets across four cities, and one wildly overstimulated fashion sense holding them all together with a safety pin hehe.
Let’s be real: nothing in there makes sense. Kurtas are chilling with club fits. Shawls folded next to shorts. Boots shoved next to broken chappals I swear I threw away last year. Somewhere between Kochi humidity and Lucknow layers, I stopped trying to be “thoughtful” and just started reaching for whatever matched my chaos. Turns out? That chaos had range.
Top Streamed (aka Most Worn)
Let’s start with the top performers.
My beige salwar suit with pink jhumkas. She’s not loud. In fact, bahut hi muted, thoda Punjabi but she gets shit done and smells like success.
And then, the pink shorts with a white tank: my off-duty, cheesecake-in-bed, Chak De India-playing, “don’t ask me to go out” staple. She’s soft, sweet, tired like a Sunday that overstayed.
Genre Breakdown
Heavy on bold florals. Slight obsession with layering (especially when Delhi hits single-digit winter). I love showing off my arm tattoo in sleeveless fits. I worked for that ink!
Jewelry? Maximum sparkle, minimum weight. I like accessories that say main simple hoon lekin interesting bhi like tiny fruits, silver hoops, delicate studs. Heels? Always. Even if they don’t love me back.
Biggest Surprise Hit
That grey blazer with knee-high boots? Birthday outfit. Wore it and felt like I walked straight out of a Vogue-meets-Yash-Raj crossover episode. I looked in the mirror and actually complimented myself before anyone else could. It was giving “main character gets a solo on the snow-capped hilltop” energy. Sharp lines, soft smirk. Zero regrets.
Most Skipped
Tees. They’re too comfy. And I? Am rarely in the mood for “comfy.” I need something that matches my “I showed up even if I’m crying on the inside” vibe. T-shirts never did that.
Also, purses. I try. I really do. But the number of times I’ve left one behind is concerning. If accessories could talk, mera sling bag abandonment issues ke baare mein ro raha hota.
Accessories That Deserve an EP of Their Own
Rings. Scrunchies. Daisy studs. Flower motifs and fruit earrings that probably say more about me than any dating profile ever could. I don’t go big, but I go whimsical. The Killer Queen track of my wardrobe: cute, but with edge. Bite-sized chaos.
Special Features
The orange playsuit I wore to Lollapalooza? Certified cinematic universe. Made me feel like the Wattpad indie girl who runs into the lead singer at sunset.
And my chikankari kurta in Lucknow — uff. That one made me feel like I belonged in an era of handwritten letters, qawwalis, and secret glances in courtyards.
If fabric could sing, that kurta would hum a ghazal.
Closet’s Emotional Side B
Sometimes, clothes carried me.. I didn’t always dress up to feel beautiful. Sometimes I dressed up to feel something. On days I couldn’t get out of bed, I’d reach for comfort. Nightsuits soaked in tears, t-shirts with snot stains (yes, breakup edition), and even then, I showed up for myself. My outfits were one of the only spaces where I still felt like me. Even when nothing else did.
Closing Track
So no, my closet doesn’t play music. But it does sing of chaos and color, and cheap sunglasses and expensive emotions. Of cities I’ve loved and the versions of me that still got dressed up, even when no one was watching. And that? That’s more iconic than any Wrapped recap I’ve seen this year.
🛍️ Closet Wrapped 2025: The (Fake but Honest) Stats
- Closet Mood: “She’s in her I don’t know who I am but I look hot anyway era.”
- Current Status: Craving sparkle, flirting with color, breaking chappals like hearts.
The Devil is in the Dee-tails :) 
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