The little box of memories

Tired and stressed out, I laid on the bed thinking to relax. The fan started to flatter its wings and I am just looking at it.All the droplets of my sweat are getting evaporated by the air.

I recalled my day. My routine, my job, my tantrums, family, my commute, everything. I sighed. I stood up and went to the cupboard beside my bed.There were books, painting kits, spiritual stuff and boxes of my earrings and jewelry.

And also there was this blue box at the corner of the rack. I went back to my bed, opened it and that one box took me back to thousand memories. It is my little happy box.

It has my photos, notes from my friends, things we shared in college days, letters, my college bus pass, everything in it. I started to take a look at everything in it. Memories flashed in front of my eyes. How strange it is? A simple memory can make you smile and take you back to millions of memories altogether.

I laughed at some of them, got teary eyed looking at some and filled with joy by dwelling on deep into others. I looked out for my phone. Went to contact list. Dialled “my people”.

A simple “Hello” and that is it. My day was made. Memories always stay like those little things stored in that beautiful bluebox.Open them once in a while. Trust me it is worth it! Afterall we are nothing but memories to people around us.