A Broken Watch, A Kajal Ki Dibbi And Some Memories!
One of the things that I find most challenging is decluttering. It’s not about how tedious or boring the job is, it is more about the fact that I do not know what to get rid of. It is said that the clutter around you is a symbol of the clutter within you. My house is cluttered with relics and remnants of the past. Countless broken pencils, sharpeners, erasers – none of which are in use today because the kid now uses pens. There are those infinite toys that came with the package of Kinder Joy. First birthday gifts, first rakhis, first test-papers in which the kid has written the alphabets in a handwriting so neat and so beautiful that it makes me want to cry. Today his handwriting has a large scope for improvement, to put it mildly. There are earrings, just one of a pair. The other one probably got lost somewhere. People say ladies find it difficult to part from their earrings, even if it is just one from the pair. For me, these are reminders of the time when the enthus...