After a long time on 12/07/2008 I set out with the vaccum cleaner to clean my place. And as usual wondered how on earth did so much of waste accumulate ? Started with the book rack and then to the attic and finally the front room.
It was a great feeling to see my stamps,photos and paper cut out's after a long time. A few of my clothes which hung on the hanger for quite a few months finally found a place in my cupboard.Shoes which hadn't seen any polish were gliterring by afternoon and all the antiques which hung here and there adoring my sweet little room reminding me of special moments were dusted.
Found some bits of paper , flakes of tobacco and an old note pad on which I has recorded the SMS conversation dating back to Feb 2007 when I had parted with a dear friend of mine.
Strange are the ways of life and even more strange are the people that we come across.For two years I knew this person and did not have the least doubt in my mind that a day would come when I would be shattered.All the hopes,dreams and vows were broken as if it were made of glass and She just walked away.
Half heartedly I had lunch and set to think again , because thats the best I can do these days.Tried hard to co-relate my little cleaning exercise with that of life and wondered - can i really dust off those memories which are not so pleasant or which hurt the most.May be i can or may be i don't want to...
Some live at present , some live in memories of the past , but a few live not to repeat the past...
