Life is like the closet… so many things we keep to ourself. The feeling of the closet is so close to all of us and the reason I expressed it was to bring out the that part of me which is also my identity.
The Things of the Past… The Closet
While the cycle of life is a parameter of time, which is beyond the control of anyone, what stays as a memoir along with the memories are the grains of sand picked in time as we walk towards eternity. These grains of sand are those gifts, things, papers, insurance, car papers, life insurance, investment documents, photographs, diaries, and all those things which is sort of my whole life if put across in a time scale.
Sunday is the day of Sabbath for me… for some reason, after breakfast, I wanted my old cellphone, so I opened up my closet to the discovery of the universe of things. As I searched, I recollected that I had actually exchanged my phone with a newer one, which I had lost recently, and hence the search for the old phone. That’s it, I thought… expense again.
As I was keeping things back, I decided that there was just too much stuff and I would clean up a few things. So I started taking out a few things… first came out the empty cell phone boxes… preserved for the last 10 years for reasons unknown… segregated a few for keeping and the rest were separated for discarding. I was happy I had discarded a few things… good start, I felt.
Then came the insurance papers, car maintenance papers, investment papers, and more… I picked up the car maintenance papers and tore them to throw away. One more set out, then came the visiting cards, keys, keychains, photographs, notes, marathon tags, diaries, school ID, the butterfly in the diaries along with a few cards of Michael Jackson, a leaf, and a few class teacher remarks at the end… some photographs brought out old memories of college and friends, the project report and the… I just spent the next few hours going through all of it. So precious, I felt… I picked up things and slowly placed them back.
As I finished the cleaning, I figured out practically I had not discarded anything. Everything was still back in… it was still crowded. Next time, I thought, super tired. As I sat down to relax, I reflected back on those 3-4 hours of not really achieving anything yet living through the last 30-40 years. Life is like that, I thought… the closet held so many compartments and so many secrets… just like us… a mirror. As I closed it and walked out of the room, I felt an image of me staying back…
The Things of the Past… The Closet.
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