Siddharth smiled softly looking at himself in the mirror. He hated wearing formals, or anything other than casuals, out of his comfort zone. Choosing the outfit of one's own choice, is a semblance of control. And Siddharth hated not having it, after he became the Chief Minister. Its an inconvenience which looked smaller in front of everything, but its an inconvenience none the less! But not anymore. 

The fabric of his kurta, felt light and breathable against his skin. Most importantly, he loved how he looked in it. It was handcrafted by local weavers, in a small village, he visited recently. It was a gift from the people who poured their love and labor into each thread. He never knew he'll love it, when he accepted the gift. But now he is sure, he is only wearing this fabric. Keeping his comfort aside, he looked like a classic cliche leader, and he is also promoting the local weavers. A man in power, wearing the story of his people, with pride. It isn't a mere comfortable outfit anymore, it is a bridge between him and the people he served.