Little things remind us of great moments.
My mother was cleaning the cupboard. She was trying to pull me into it. Knowing the stubborn in me, she persuaded. Later, i had to to help her. For i feared. She could dispose something very nice.
Things piled up on the floor. She asked me whether 'a' particular thing was important or not. Finally, nothing could be be catogarized as disposable. Mother lamented. Yes, i told her. The same rubbish had to fill space.
Isn't it amazing that these insignificant things bring joy to our hearts?
They make us smile. Again. A particular watch is precious, for it reminds me of a friend. The wonderful time that i spent with her(a patch-up after an argument). A pen, which reminds me of another. K used to come up to me, and pinch my cheeks. She loves to do that.
A candle which S gave. For the relationship we share. A strange kind. A ribbon which somebody gave....
On sighting these, i go down memory lane, trying to recollect those beautiful instances.
A colored ribbon.....a sentence in somebody's handwriting.....a pen.... eating bhel-puri....a little girl in porcelain......a clock.....a book... a vase....a candle.....