I woke up this morning to see a pile of books and clothes
stacked together in the lobby. It was “clearing day”. Every once in a while,
Dad wakes up and decides there is too much stuff lying around in the house that
should be thrown away to make way for new ones. Till now, it used to be books
and copies from my previous year but now that I have graduated and given my
college books away, there was nothing to be cleared in that department. But
THEN, Dad found my childhood closet.
It was a closet full of my collection of half-torn classics,
yellow-coloured Hardy Boys, Famous Fives, Nancy Drews, Tinkles, Reader’s
Digests, Champaks, miscellaneous story books etc etc. These were the books were
passed on from my brother to me…my Dad used to read a lot, so did my brother,
so did I. Today when Dad asked me to throw all of them in a big jute bag, I felt
my childhood fading. I took time to savor each doodle on the pages, the
stickers on some of the books, out of line drawings on my coloring books,
puzzle books, random pages of daily time tables in which ‘play time’ was
written in caps…I wasn’t allowed to see TV for more than an hour or two, so
these books were my best companions. I wanted to be a detective…soo fond of
mysteries.
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| Look what I found! :D |
Its funny how you know you are never going to read these
things again but how you want to hold on to them forever. Its like a horcrux…a
part of your soul is trapped inside these things. But I guess, like Dad says,
you have to get rid of old stuff to make way for new ones…so…bye bye books!
Thank you for being my best friend from childhood…
