I came across an old shoebox today. It’s a very smart box; my brother designed it. I had forgotten about it. In there I found some birthday cards.... wishes of crazy catastrophes from my loved ones. :) Silly pictures of friends posing, there is one where she is sitting on a covered toilet bowl with eyes and teeth clenched. Couple of letters, some not even posted and some read a million times. A letter from my brother, which he sent to me, when he had gone abroad to study, yep this is before email. :) He was barely 17. He writes about how cold it is there and how expensive even a pizza is. He keeps telling me not to worry and that he is going to be fine. He did well. God bless him! It’s a very old letter and I still can't finish it without crying. I found bits of ribbon and pretty pictures cut from magazines in that box and my school certificates. It is a lovely box and I am glad I found it.
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Friday, March 25, 2005
An old box
I came across an old shoebox today. It’s a very smart box; my brother designed it. I had forgotten about it. In there I found some birthday cards.... wishes of crazy catastrophes from my loved ones. :) Silly pictures of friends posing, there is one where she is sitting on a covered toilet bowl with eyes and teeth clenched. Couple of letters, some not even posted and some read a million times. A letter from my brother, which he sent to me, when he had gone abroad to study, yep this is before email. :) He was barely 17. He writes about how cold it is there and how expensive even a pizza is. He keeps telling me not to worry and that he is going to be fine. He did well. God bless him! It’s a very old letter and I still can't finish it without crying. I found bits of ribbon and pretty pictures cut from magazines in that box and my school certificates. It is a lovely box and I am glad I found it.
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I think most of us have (or should have) a memories box like this. Looking in it once in a while makes keeping it very worthwhile. Sometimes you think "why did I keep this?" but there doesn't always have to be a strong reason for keeping something.
I am going to look in mine now - thanks for reminding me :-)
"
Time it was and what a time it was it was,
A time of innocence a time of confidences.
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they're all that's left you.
"
faisal u hv an amazing talent for choosing just the right lines! wow :)
thx dee :)
few lines from a song, an old picture, a pressed flower...they are all just triggers of the places we have been to, the people we have been and all that we have recieved and given.
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