Packers and Movers, Inc.

I have a knack for doing things impromptu and hence when I decided to go on the 2 months sabbath, it came with the added attractions of packing and shifting.

Now both these phenomenon are something I am not new to. Thanks to 6 years on the move; sometimes shifting from hostel rooms, sometimes changing apartments, sometimes cities to sometimes (ok, once :D) countries. And I thoroughly enjoy the experience. Not just because it tests my how-to-STUFF-stuff-meant-for-4-bags-in-2-bags skills or allows me to gape-at-my-shopping-skills-for-collecting-unwanted-goods-over-a-short-span, but it takes me down memory lanes, twisting and twirling, sometimes making me happy, sad, vulnerable, excited and reflect in general.

So this time while doing this deeply cleansing (and rewarding!!) exercise, I realized how much I hold on to the past. Innumerable restaurant bills, memoirs of shopping trips, stick notes of to do lists, time tables, tonnes of rough work done while studying which should have been trashed, kilos of stationary, drafts of blogs on parchments of resto/shopping bills, etc etc. Believe it or not, for a moment I actually thought that I romanticize the past. And then pro-actively and quiet immediately things were trashed.

Decision has been taken. Memories are forever. They don't need proofs or evidences. And as I go along the path of life, I shall treasure the memories and try not to grab on to the evidences, for the simple reason that I don't live in a palace :)

~nightflier!

P.S. Note to self: Collecting and taking snaps is something above all this, though :)