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Love for my treasures...

It's hot and I am having very hot tea along with two Ferrero Rochers which are all melted. I also have a terrible headache and I am yet to start work. So all in all, not a very great day for me. Today I just want to hug my Mom and sleep. Today all I wish is my Toulouse was with me and I could take him for a long walk. But certain things cannot happen no matter how much you want them, so you just keep sipping tea and live your life. 

I am a keeper of memories. I collect each and everything that has a sentimental value in my life and I preserve it in a big peach box. The box has "The Body Shop" written on it. I actually need a pretty box or I can decorate my current box but it's just sitting here looking all "peachy" with silver stars. Still, not too bad to look at. However before I digress and start counting how many stars are there on my memory box let me get to the point.

After some thinking about what to write, I thought why not share something about my memory box. My memory box contains gazillion special items. Now they may not be so special to you, but they are my most important and valuable possessions. More than materialistic things I always prefer something which has an emotional value. Which I why I always value letters, cards, hotel bills, etc. They all have some memory attached to it. Each and everything in my memory box has a hidden memory to it and I recall each one of them. Out of over hundred treasures, I decided to take out a few to show you'll what I have in my box. 


Forgive the crappy quality photo, I really need a new phone. I specifically new One Plus. (K are you reading this?) So here are just few items from my box. There is a dog collar which I had gifted K as it's his dream to have a pet. His friend was giving him a lovely Labrador puppy. K was super excited and ecstatic so I gifted him this collar. However the Mehta household has never had a dog and never will so K's dream collapsed. Since the collar is a constant reminder of not having a pet, I now keep it safely tucked into my box in the hope that once fine day when we get a beautiful puppy (God willing), this is going to be his first collar. 

Then there are comedy show tickets. These I have kept because K took me for a comedy show once and after it was over he said to me "My parents want to meet you, so we are going home." It was the first time I had to meet K's parents and honestly I was not looking forward to that experience! So he masked it by giving me moments of laughter and then the most stressful time of my life.

Gaming cards and letters from R, my best friend. I remember one of my best birthday spent with her where we went gaming. I absolutely love these arcade games and bowling, so it was perfect. That birthday I remember like it was yesterday as for the first time on June 27th it was extremely sunny and there was no rain. This is a pleasant surprise for me as each birthday of mine has gone in storms, rains and floods. 

I have also kept loads of stirrers, coasters, keychains, friendship ring from my maid and my prized Harry Potter Hogwarts train ticket. So basically I keep everything. I cannot discard my memories. It's too special to me. Restaurant bills, movie tickets, letters, brochures, dried flowers from K, tissue papers on which K, my friends and I have written all our dream on, etc. I have it all. Many will think it's just paper, it will fade. Or it's just junk. But I still love my treasures. Each treasure is like a face smiling at me, telling me that I have made some great memories in life. 


PS- Here is L for loads of leaves! Can you guys tell me how many butterflies can you'll spot in the doodle?


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