it is difficult to move on from the things you are attached, take anything for that matter.be it your school, your city, your belongings or your people.ten years back, i sat with my collection of cards, gifts, written notes, diaries and things of that sorts gathered throughout the life till then, and after few hours i discarded all of them. even today, i feel bad when i think about that but then at times it is reliving and convenient to get rid of those things you are attached to or rather you aim to save for life.
two days back, i tore many of the gathered old papers, cuttings, saved memoirs, withheld hall tickects of all the exams i attended in my life and discarded all of them..in a way it made me feel lesser rich of my own heritage but parallely i sensed some kind of serenity and felt untangled, more spacious in my own guardings..weird are the ways of human and so are those of that great instructor omnipresent..good night
two days back, i tore many of the gathered old papers, cuttings, saved memoirs, withheld hall tickects of all the exams i attended in my life and discarded all of them..in a way it made me feel lesser rich of my own heritage but parallely i sensed some kind of serenity and felt untangled, more spacious in my own guardings..weird are the ways of human and so are those of that great instructor omnipresent..good night
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