11/7/11

A Bagful of Reminiscence
By Karishma Shetty



The brown satchel sat there, snugly tucked between her winter clothes and overcoats. She'd rummaged through this section of her wardrobe hoping to find something casual to sling along her left shoulder.

The tan leather looked raisin-creased in an unaired closet with faded impressions from over use. She loosened the contents hastily, with the glee of a child waiting to discover the trinkets in his mum's forbidden drawer.

Dried flowers. Lost perfume. Expired paracetamol tabs.
Gooey chocolate. Gandhian coins. Sticky change in between.
Deformed granola bars. Parched wet-wipes. Gunk.
Chipped sea shells. Two movie tickets. Cufflinks.
Duplicate keys. Pantyhose. An invitation card. Rust.
Sandy grime of time on things.
On photographs and filigree alike.

She recklessly overturned the forgotten fragments on the cold floor. And then swept the remains into a biodegradable bin.

Realizing, that every once in a while even old memories can do with some recycling.


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