The air was still fresh from the rain last night. In the morning, there was the distinct smell of a fresh monsoon chasing out a cruel summer. And there was something that I had been putting off for over a week.
Cleaning. Sigh. Reluctantly I started pulling down all those stacks of schoolbooks. My mother was getting impatient over them. Lazily I gathered them all – notebooks, old texbooks, files, comics – and threw them into a heap. Started separating out things that could be given away, notebooks that hadn’t been written in, things my sister’d want to keep, rusty geometry set cases, and finally, things that had to be thrown out. Now that made one humungous pile – things that were no longer needed. Among them was a copy of one old school magazine that had the misfortune of having me on the editorial board. School laboratory journals that were hastily copied from older journals in long ago lunchbreaks. And a notebook with a handwriting that I ran my fingers over for one last time.
There was a chill inside that had nothing to do with the weather. A heaviness started to set in my heart. I was considering keeping the notebook.
Atif Aslam’s Meri Kahani was playing on the deck. I walked over and changed it to Enya’s Pilgrim. And deposited the notebook safely in the trashcan.
KISHORE KUMAR
kilroykishore 
really touching and very well written.i’m so proud of having u as one of my close pals 🙂
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Thanks Isha. And I’m very lucky to have you for one of my best friends 🙂
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Ah… i don’t know, i might have kept that notebook. I know how to move on, but i always want to keep some tokens and memories of the past with me.
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Thanks for the comment, Awais.When you have surrounded yourself with souvenirs and relics for a long time, it sometimes get too much onto your head. After some time you decide you’ve had enough, and are ready to give it all up.This is what happened to me after how the “soap bubble” poem turned out to be 🙂
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How touching! What was in the notebook, though? Is that to remain a mystery?Very evocative…
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@unsungpsalmThanks for the lovely comment!The notebook belonged to someone else. 🙂
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I agree with Awais–I would’ve kept the notebook, too. But the “soap bubble” poem kinda explains why you threw it away…
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@ VasudhaThanks for the comment.Yeah, I guess that’s why I threw the notebook away. Things have been pulling me back for quite some time. Including “real” things, like notebooks 🙂
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Good for you!!
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On your right hand , the head line splits into two like a fork..Your mercury finger, ‘the little one ” leans towards the ring or sun fingerThe head lines curves down as it moves across the hand..The Hypothenar region is prominent and soft 4 vertical fine lines beneath or between the mercury and sun fingerYour sun sign may be capricorn but the moon was in Aquarius.This is the gift that some of us share, you do , and so do I ……
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@ rambunctious whippersnapper@ shayThanks for the comments, and welcome to my blog!@ shayThat sure was meant for me? Yeah, most of those things are right. And I am a capricorn!A gift that we share? You sure?
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Hi kishore,This one had a stale, steely feeling! A perfect read for the glum monsoon day…loved it..!
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Thanks, Sauvik! And welcome to my blog! Or the comments section 🙂
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tht was a gr8 read.. u write so well!nice blog..n keep posting!
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Incredible 🙂 *sigh*
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