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Random day, Random thoughts #1

 

It is the last morning that I will be spending at this place. I have been residing at this place ever since I started forming permanent memories. I have grown up at this place physically, emotionally, even academically, and just a little, Socially.

We are leaving this place and getting shifted to a newer city, I’ll talk about the city later!

 

The time would pass slower but the day is going to be indeed dynamic and eventful. I step out of my room to contribute towards the great cause of Packing. I did expect the other rooms to be messy but what I saw, was the room was even  messier than what I had imagined. Everything was strewn here and there, clothes piled haphazardly on the top of each other, books kept as a stack which was highted tall and could fall any moment, without any warnings!

Instead of passing things from a point to another, they were being thrown from the point where they were placed and caught at the point where they were meant to be and thud! some catches are dropped too, and when there is a  commotion like the one in front of me , the frequency of dropped catches was  more.

Not an inch of space was left, even for walking on our toes!

 

The refrigerator had to be turned off soon before it is packed , so that it gets defrosted and hence could easily be shifted. The big deal about this task was, would we take out our chocolate and if we did, would it melt !! In whose bag would it go, moms new one( no way, i guess) or the bag which i plan to take to collage at my first day!

When I proposed the plan to finish off the chocolate before it melts, I  was replied by being frowned at !!One thing worth mentioning here is, the chocolates which we are talking about here  were gifted to us by a friend of ours as a farewell of leaving to another city.

I will talk about the city later!!

Hello, come back to reality!. Instead of dodging questions, I came back to action and went straightaway to my room to get started with the procedure. I opened the almirah and sat down at the floor, which made the process easier. I can still hear the dropping-of-stuff sounds in the background as I began to sort out the stuff.

Memories came flooding to me, with each and every thing I picked up. There was a lime-coloured t-shirt which I didn’t wear since a long time .  I  remember remarkably the last time  I wore the t-shirt and accidently locked myself in the room and I had no clue about how is that firm thing going to lay down a way so that I can move out , when there was a birthday party going outside! I giggled-out at the memory and that, I was eventually rescued and what a kid I was back then!

I badly wanted to go back in time and enjoy the moments better!

Knock, Knock

There were knocks at the door, which indicated that  movers and packers have come! I wanted some more time with my things and the nostalgia it brought with itself but Life goes on, and so should you . I hurried up with the packing and handed my bag to my mother, who kept it in the to-the-finishing-touch packing area. The noises of tearing and unwinding of the tapes against the gummy-binding force it had with the under-lying layers accompanied with folding and unfolding of cardboard and cutting of brown packing paper were constant now. As the time ticked off, all the colourful things with captivating texture were nothing more than brown paper enveloped in a feeling-less protective covering .Everything was a even and similar sight now, all the objects lost their individual identity and the most noticeable change, my voice echoed, just like it happened the first day I entered this home. I felt sad.

I was physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted after toiling hard in all these dimensions.

Time passed and the commotion continued ..There were continuous agreements, disagreements and bouts of laughter throughout the duration of packing and loading of the truck which was ready to start off for its destination.

but before we left , we respectfully received the visit the street cat paid us. Maybe, he too notice the disappearance of the goods on which it left  it’s fragrance upon and he too noticed that something was wrong ( was it all my imagination !?) and missing. He looked curious and refused to drink milk that we poured in the bowl for the last time for him.🥺

The cat went away, so did our luggage and we , too, were all set to start a new life in a different environment, with different people and in a different city.

I will talk about the city later!!

Thanks for reading!!😀

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Comments

  1. Dhruvi AgrawalFebruary 16, 2021 at 6:02 AM

    Great it is ! It was amaaazingggggg reading your experience of leaving your HOME🥺❤. Wanna hear all about it in more detail when we talk!😘

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