I fancy bookmarks. I don't really know how i caught upon this habit. Plus, if i've to gift somebody, a bookmark has to go along with the present.
My friends have realised this too. They gift me bookmarks as well. Each random book has one in between it's pages. Whenever i bring down a book to read from a room upstairs, it has to have a bookmark.
Somehow, of late, i've been misplacing them. Blame it on my carelessness. Father uses tightly folded sheets of paper to serve the same purpose. These days, i'm doing the same thing. i don't want to wake up one fine day, to find all my bookmarks gone. Some represent the fun-times that i had with my friends.
When small, i remember making them. Using glitter paper, coloured pens, sticky glue, and coloured thread. It was part of art classes during school. Father, M would help me in the process. Putting their ideas forward.
I opened a book which lay on my table. I just glanced through it. I saw a thick strip of blue and green. With silver sequins decorating it. And some words written in blue glitter. I remember now. I had made it last summer, before i moved to Mysuru.
Two were made on that lazy afternoon, when every other activity seemed boring. My hands got really sticky, and i had a difficult time washing it off. Mother stopped by me, wondering what her daughter was upto. She proceeded with her chores, knowing that her kid was crazy in that short span of time.
I wonder where it's mate is?