Surprises from dusty corners....smell good

The week, so far, has been lived in the midst of dusty rooms, piles of junk, smelly clothes, heaps and heaps of things sorted into wanted, unwanted, may-be wanted, not-sure if its wanted, etc lists. And then there is a pile that is still being argued over (by partner and me) on which category to be put in. Packing and shifting is no easy task, and not fun either! Of course there is that sudden joy when you discover that 'I-am-sure-I-have-lost-it' item from a torn cover in some corner of your cupboard. And the big smile that flashes when you find an old college-days album or an old card from a special someone. Then the gold treasures you discover: that pair of ear-ring or chain you believed you had lost, for which you have suffered your mom's shouts and screams.

Now those were the feel-happy finds! It isn't as exciting to find that pair of your favourite old jeans, which was tucked away b'coz your waist no longer feels comfortable in there. It screams for a bigger, wider space. All those lovely pictures from great trips that you did during your 'when-I-was-single' days or 'still-honeymooning' days. Finding bank account statements while the account was happier and heavier. Then there was this little box which evoked a happy-sad feeling. Out from it came little love notes, cards with sweet somethings scribbled and smileys drawn all over, little slips of paper with the most romantic wordings...all  memories of a past--loved and lost.
By the end of it all, I was glad for the days of packing and unpacking. Thanks for the little forgotten surprises it threw up, the wonderful memories it brought back, the little snapshots of a life well-lived and enjoyed. In the midst of dusty, messy rooms, with cartons and boxes of memories....