When I already know how little I mean to some people, and when I have already attained that knoweldge and the accompanying hurt hundreds of times, why does it sadden me when they rub that fact under my nose yet once more?
A man walked into the post office. He lifted the package from the counter and smiled at the clerk. Paused, and deposited a note on the counter. “For keeping this safe for me all these months”. Walking back to the apartment, he thought over the conversation with the clerk “Sir, this came for you, two, maybe three months back. I didn’t know how to contact you, but I knew you would return sometime so kept this safe for you. I hope it didn’t contain any urgent material”. He kept turning it over in his hands, feeling it to see what it might contain. It was a small padded packet, only slightly thick. And there was the oh-so-telling clue – an absence of a return address. On reaching the apartment, he opened the door to the ever familiar musty smell of an apartment opened and aired only twice a year. Well, that would change now, after he moved in with his wife and kids. Settling gingerly on the nearest chair, he opened the packet and upended it. A small, well thumbed book slid out. He stared at it. It was very familiar, in ways he didn’t comprehend. He felt he had lived by it once. But that was the only memory he was able to dredge up. All the rest slipped out beyond the edges of his memory and beckoned to him, tantalisingly close and yet so far. Sighing, he waved the book to fan himself. A small note fell out from the pages and fluttered to his feet. All at once, it came back to him.
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Some moments that stand out from the past week -
Cleaning up the storage closet in my apartment, i chanced upon what must be the biggest treasure cache this side of the 1990s (Why 1990s? I have no idea. It seemed like a good year to put in). A veritable haul of paper plates, cups, glasses, forks, knives and spoons. And birthday candles. All bought for various birthdays or dinner parties thrown. All probably bought with no inkling of any previously existing goods, over the last two-odd years. Why, we now have enough plastic-and-paper cutlery to outfit an entire military regiment!
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My room-mates have been ill with the flu bug. So some people dropped in to wish them well, and brought them flowers and fruits. Such a sweet gesture, you might think. However, those well-wishers had no idea that my roomies detest flowers. Well, maybe not detest, but they certainly wouldn’t like to be at the receiving or giving end of anything resembling plants or flowers. So, the situation is, two girls who have no fondness for flowers get a huge bouquet. Hows’s that for irony?
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At the end of the above mentioned cleaning spree, i was exhausted and sat in a chair with eyes closed. Someone comes there and the conversation which ensues is
Someone: What happened? Are you meditating? (Joke in itself – I have never ‘meditated’ in my life)
Me: No, I am tired. Just cleaned out the closet.
Someone: Oh. Then don’t clean na.
How I wish life was so simple.
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I have just broken my cardinal rule of never posting anything about roommates. Well, all i can hope is it’s the first and the last time.
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