I am home. Pretty useless and idle for the better part of the day. So today I decided to open this small drawer, my “Chest of Treasures”. I have contemplated doing this for long. Finally it was time. My chest of treasures is filled with a lot of stuff from different phases of life. Every time my life was changing paths. In a certain way or the other. From small chits of paper with scribbled messages and caricatures to a leaf dried and yellow, from colourful friendship bands to shirts filled with multi-coloured ink in illegible hand, the little drawer contains it all. Every time I would find it difficult to throw away a thing, that thing would be tossed into this little space of mine. While my mum would still be clamouring about it, the object of such hullabaloo would disappear from sight. To her amazement. And my contentment.
Years have passed and I thought I’d clear up the “mess” today. After all it has been a long time. My mum, too, no longer complains. That weird satisfaction therefore, has been long gone. Little did I know when I first decided that this was soon going to turn into another walk down the memory lane. Meaningless did those things seem to me then. Meaningless maybe they are still today. To another. But no longer to me. On an otherwise sombre day, they bring a smile to my face and give me a reason to cheer as I think of the times gone by. A reminiscence of the yesteryears. Everything is just a memory but memories I will hold in my heart forever.
There are certain things you just cannot let go. Not sooner. Not later. #anotherrealisation
