Just when you think there is nothing more to lose..

There is always something left to lose.

For 1 year my wedding trousseau sat in the basement of my brother's house. Carefully packed away. Awaiting either being passed on to my sister, or perhaps the small hope that someday I would unpack those things once again.

The basement flooded. And today I lost everything. Each item of expensive clothing that I had spent my money on. Each dream that had gone into the fabric and threads of the clothes, the handbags, the lingerie. Saris passed on to me by my mom and my aunt. Thousands of dollars, and millions of dreams.

Oh I know its just clothes and apparel and accessories. I know I lost more than that last year when I went through that terrible marriage and an even more terrible divorce. But I dont know why - today I feel defeated.

Is there anything left to lose now?

I may find out... There is always something left to lose isnt there?