I saw the suitcase..the old one may be around 10 years old..my mother asked me to keep it aside and carry on with other work.
Mom said " All stuff belongs to u..some diary..old gifts..cards.we never open.."
But i could not resist myself from opening it and i asked "where is the key?"
I opened it and with this old memories started playing in my mind with everything i saw.My old brown diary when i started writing (10th standard)..my another yellow diary second in series..a fancy gifts of old time..a wooden key chain with my name on it..my few letters that i sent to my sister from hostel..and then an old album.."
This stuff strectch me to another world now my sister joined me with enthusiasm to see old things.She was Trying all accessories she got and was just joking "oh now nobody uses these things and nobody makes hand made cards for friends"
Then we started looking old album..my parents really looked very young and we kidooss 😝😝😛
Oh my God our dressing sense we were wearing odd nickers with frock..
A festival pic series with all our cousins and family in village....
"perphaps this was last pic with amma".Our cousin before their wedding so slim and young now tget can be used in slimming center promotion of before and after 😛😛😛
My father was having healthy shiny skin with black hair..my mother also inflated..
Our rain dance photo..our festival family get together..our rangoli..our old house..our Julie the dog..our college function pics..our prize ceremonies in schools..our dance performance pics..our camp fire pics..all those were just anazing in the sense we can see how much we have changed or grown.
Recalls me of the day when for making beautiful hand made card for teacher or friend was a kind of thing for which we used to collect many laces,artificial pearls and color..
When for preparing a traditional dress we used to wake up few nights for altering dresses to give perfect look..shiny paper jwellery to give silver jwelley appearance..flower accessories for hair...
There was no short cut of buying from market having light in pockets.
Then my sister started reading old lines from diary and i rushed to stop..we start reading together it was really something..our hopes..fears..our worries appropriate for that time..now its laughable.
Still we can coorelate and keep reading and stuff keeps getting more exciting..keep reading..
Suddenly we hear a voice "now close the suitcase and come here"
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Mom said " All stuff belongs to u..some diary..old gifts..cards.we never open.."
But i could not resist myself from opening it and i asked "where is the key?"
I opened it and with this old memories started playing in my mind with everything i saw.My old brown diary when i started writing (10th standard)..my another yellow diary second in series..a fancy gifts of old time..a wooden key chain with my name on it..my few letters that i sent to my sister from hostel..and then an old album.."
This stuff strectch me to another world now my sister joined me with enthusiasm to see old things.She was Trying all accessories she got and was just joking "oh now nobody uses these things and nobody makes hand made cards for friends"
Then we started looking old album..my parents really looked very young and we kidooss 😝😝😛
Oh my God our dressing sense we were wearing odd nickers with frock..
A festival pic series with all our cousins and family in village....
"perphaps this was last pic with amma".Our cousin before their wedding so slim and young now tget can be used in slimming center promotion of before and after 😛😛😛
My father was having healthy shiny skin with black hair..my mother also inflated..
Our rain dance photo..our festival family get together..our rangoli..our old house..our Julie the dog..our college function pics..our prize ceremonies in schools..our dance performance pics..our camp fire pics..all those were just anazing in the sense we can see how much we have changed or grown.
Recalls me of the day when for making beautiful hand made card for teacher or friend was a kind of thing for which we used to collect many laces,artificial pearls and color..
When for preparing a traditional dress we used to wake up few nights for altering dresses to give perfect look..shiny paper jwellery to give silver jwelley appearance..flower accessories for hair...
There was no short cut of buying from market having light in pockets.
Then my sister started reading old lines from diary and i rushed to stop..we start reading together it was really something..our hopes..fears..our worries appropriate for that time..now its laughable.
Still we can coorelate and keep reading and stuff keeps getting more exciting..keep reading..
Suddenly we hear a voice "now close the suitcase and come here"
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