A part of yourself..

Do things mean more to you than ,just a 'thing'?Things could be anything , a pen or bag that you have been using or the house that you have been living for sometime.

Once ,while I was travelling in train, I checked on my laptop to see if it was fine. I was travelling alone, the guy in the adjacent berth was staring at me. I got suspicious, gave a piece of my mind by staring him back and got to sleep when he finally laid down. The next morning when I woke up, my laptop was not there in my bag. It got stolen. My laptop meant the world to me. It had pictures from my college days and it was my first possession from the salary I got. After that incident I never got a laptop. Some things are irreplaceable.

During school days , every year , it was so difficult for me to change classrooms. The old textbooks and notebooks carry hidden hand prints. They also have stories to tell, about my hard work ,umpteen mistakes and corrections. My sleeping doll, my yellow pot, the small red rabbit, red teddy bear with broken eyes and my brick game set, these things reminds me of my childhood . The memories of which , I still romance with.

When I leave a place where I have lived for sometime, I say bye to all the stuff in the house;the chairs, sofa, walls. My own house in Kerala is old. I can never get over the vibes my house gives me. The walls have cracked at a few places, there are black patches , all of which is the testimony to the struggles we triumphed . These walls have seen me growing , the voices within has our share of laughter and wail.

The mobile phone that I carry now is not working properly. I already did multiple repairs and now I think its time to change. Again, its not just a phone for me. It reminds me of a certain period of my life,circumstances,people and places.

I feel there is a part of yourself that lingers in your possessions.