On my last visit to home, I was forced by my mother to clean the drawers and cabinets of my study table. It’s a task I hate doing not because I am lazy or messy but because those cabinets are filled with memories that are at times a little painful to relive… Here’s what I found:
- Tons of cards and letters.
- Photographs of visit to the South on my school trip.
- Chocolate covers, loads of them!!
- Dried flowers.
- My slam books.
- Old journals.
- Friendship bands.
- Old test tubes!!
- All sorts of colour mediums- pencils, crayons, oil pastels, sketch pens, spray colours, markers…
- Old art files.
- More chocolate wrappings…
- “Love is...” clippings from newspapers, neatly stacked in an envelope…
- A (unused) diaper and a feeding bottle.
- Scribbled notes and doodles.
- My favorite poem “Daffodils” by William Wordsworth given to me by Ap during college.
- Chewed old pens and pencils.
- Old gift-wrappings.
- Old birthday pictures.
- Clippings of graphics and layouts that interested me back then…
- A copy of Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach.
- A pendant.
Rummaging through my cabinets took me down the memory lane and I relived almost a decade, cherished a thousand moments and appreciated all that I had in life: my friends, all those happy and sad times… Am so nostalgic!!
P.S: My cabinets still remain in that state of total chaos.. ;)