A bag as heavy as a chocolate box!

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Love often tastes like liquor chocolates; it fills you up with the sublime chocolaty taste at first. Slowly introducing the bittersweet symphony of liquor, and then leaving you with the aftertaste that makes you want for more! Unlike a box full of ordinary sweetened chocolates, a bag filled with your memories does not always give you the precise candy-coated feeling. A Bag filled with your memories is more like a mixture of different chocolates, sometimes you will get mint chocolates, which leaves you cold, yet it will somehow soothe you from within. It may also have milk chocolates, which will simply boost up your spirit like the overheated milk spilling from the container. It can also surprise you with the selectively refined pure cocoa based dark chocolate! It might taste nasty to you in beginning, but the moment you will slowly devour on its rich pure flavor, you will realize that it is your tongue that has become used to of only sweet stuff. You would realize that it's forgotten what true chocolate tastes like, more like a reality check!

Hopefully! Like most of you, I also have a corner in my house, which is somewhat my pure precinct, there is a small cabinet in, which there is a bag, which has all my memories locked up and safe. Unabashedly! Yes I am that kind of a guy who has the paper napkins with the soft faded lipstick marks of my first ever girlfriend in school. Yes! The same napkin which she was back then going to throw in the trash bin and, being the kind of guy I was back then I might have just picked that up from the trash. On a second thought if that would have really happened, then I most certainly would never mention that in my blog-post. Moving on! So with that 10-year-old grungy looking napkin with repulsively awful smell there are also some of my rather decent and appropriate memories. Which keeps me rather grounded, self-reliant and always takes me into a sweet melancholic ride whenever I decide to embrace them on a cloudy day!

Every time I feel lost or depressed, I go to my bag full of memories, which I lovingly call it my ‘Inspirational Pitara'. Some may call this as some sort of an obsessive disorder. But I always go through my stuff in a chronological order… So it will start from the stuff that I sometimes in embarrassment call it ‘ bloody junk stuff' which I collected during my school and college days. But as I move towards more of my recent memories I always do end up saying this to me silently, “it is not that bad bro!” So whether it's the amateur rap songs, the collection of poetries written by me the self-proclaimed ‘Urdu Galib', which might sound like a Gali (Abuse) if heard by the actual Galib. But yes all of those are memories of me in making. So whether it were those old restaurants bills where I had special dinners with a special someone or the movie tickets of our favourite movies. Which we watched together and gobbled up the single bucket of cheese popcorn with equal zest and love as if we were sipping on a single glass of wine together on a romantic evening. If you have ever collected these priceless assets you would know that in an instant those small, not even pennies worth papers have already made you travel back in time and relive those naïve and enchanted moments that not even a million-dollar cheque can give you! 

Photo Credit  - Raj Dalvi

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Like an early teen's first visit at the amusement park, whenever I felt satisfied, after fidgeting and feeling the touch of different types of objects I preserved to contain those memories. I would close the bag and keep it again in my safe place, and then when I would lie straight on my bed relaxing my nerves. I would realize that there is something about me that has changed. That bag as heavy as a chocolate box has given me the taste of my life that I had led so far. The little ‘Inspirational Pitara' has given me a new perspective, has shown me the journey of an ignorant, childlike me to a much mellowed, fully seasoned twenty seven year old me! On the most gloomy and low-spirited day, sometimes all you need is a change of prospect, to shift your life's panorama from darkness too the light. Who would have thought that bag full of junk for a stranger, could easily become your lifesaver!

Photo Credit  - Raj Dalvi

Photo Credit - Raj Dalvi

So if you are in your early teens or for that matter of fact even if you are a 40 year old, reading this blog-post, please get a bag and start collecting yourself as you spend this life, if you are at a coffee shop with the girl or a guy whom you love and don't have it in you to express it to them. Write your feelings down on a piece of napkin and give it to him or her, and when years pass by and whether you are still with that person or not, remove that napkin from that bag and travel back in time, when you were high-strung and twitchy in love! No form of power, nor any amount of money can get you that feeling. Most importantly do not forget to relish those memories with a nice box of dark chocolate! Savy, take care, Che!       

   

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