Skeletons

Skeletons from the past...

Today my wallet got washed with my trousers. One by one i took out the remains and found some wormholes opening into a universe which i had long shut.

Found were the slushed remains of something i wrote about 4 yrs back, but every single alphabet of which was most important to me and still had 110 pc relevance.

Another piece of paper also surfaced, but this time it was a skeleton of cello tape which was supposed to protect it. Maybe tearing it down in anger was not the only way it could have perished.
I can recall the whole sequence of events through which this paper was passed on to me. I can recall the exact look in the eyes, the exact smile and the exact spot where this happened. The place has been shut down now. The smile is not there, the look is not for me.
Everyone said, "Bhupi, it was not meant to be".
These words have today crystallized into reality and in turn have dissolved into water what were the last remains of something which was special and very very dear.

Only things that were saved, some bank notes and coins...
if only we could buy love... i would have Rs 490 worth of love thingies....