I saw today, a notice in my college,…
It says “donate clothes”
I say to my friend… I have got many old….
I went back to my room …
Pulled out a carton..
Full of old stuff!, full of old stuff
As I clean from it a layer of dust..
And open it up…
I see my rusted medals…
I see the blurred memories…
The fights that turned into battles…
Those smiles… that talked more than words..
Those picnics as eventful as anything !
Those friendships that I cherish the most….
Those enemies that made life more fun….
Those enemies who became best – of –
friends!
Those silly things I thought were a matter
of life and death….
Those important things that I just let
rest!
After these medals and pictures…
I almost forgot …the reason I’d been there…
I saw some old torn socks …
Which somehow.. I thought were my lucky ones!
The stitching marks on the same…
From my granny’s stitching machine…..
Then… my eyes rolled on to the old school
dress…
The shirt torn near the armpit… the tunic
tht was full of dirt…
Those uncountable stories attached to
them….
All flashed in front of my eyes right then…
Then I got that white school dress that had
turned brown …
With all those stains … of mud, dirt… and …..
memories at their best..
Then came that “agni house” uniform…
That badge of the asst. leader carrying my
name…
That sense of pride it left me with…
I wish I could describe that….
Then my favorite trousers….
Worn them to all the places possible..
That trendy fluorescent t-shirt…
Aaah! What memories crawled down my mind…
More cartons, more memories… to unfold were
waiting there…!
When a voice brought me back to the
present!
Maa calling out “come for dinner, ts
late”...
As I got up…I found my eyes full of tears …
And my heart too sobbed a lil…
Thinking of those days care free…
When home – work was my only tension!
And lil gifts and holidays my only dream…
But I accept growing up!
I love my life now as well…
But… at times a drive with memories down
the past…
Isn’t that bad for the heart……….
Next day when my friends asked “what did u
get for donation??” all I could say.. was memories and some inspiration!
I
said u may call me crazy but….. I can only give up what I own… and those
memories… are something I share with a lot of people.. so, I gave half of my
pocket money instead and kept my memories intact!
It was I know just an excuse…… may be Its
time to let go!, said somebody in my heart! So, I decided to give them up!
I gave my old clothes to the needy ones!
For they could become memories… of somebody new now… to mean as much to someone
else.. as they mean to me now!
