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‘And life teaches you nothing!’ – This line spoke volumes throughout the post. Sarabjeet Ma’am, it was a pure delight reading your write-up and I wonder if you have a blog of your own? The way you blended facts, myths, emotions, wit and humour in this piece is pure brilliance. I could relate to several parts of the story you narrated to the experiences that my mother and I have had. You have put across the concept how through simple things in life, like holding on to a box actually in a way implies how we humans tend to holding on to people and memories who have left us or have faded away with time. I recall my childhood, when much like your children, I dreaded my mother for she was notorious in throwing or giving away things. There was this one incident which I remember vividly when she had given away our (my brother and I) favourite war machine – a metal Tank to the dhobi’s child. The sight of the kid throwing around the Tank in the corridor broke our hearts. That evening was the saddest evening of our childhood life! Little did we know, there were many more to follow. Losing the Tank was one thing, but losing every other toy or dress/frock felt like we were getting stripped off of our childhood. My red frock, designed as the one that Kajol wore in DDLJ, was turned into rag. The scrabble tiles and tile holder were thrown away while the board remained neatly packed in the cupboard. To add to that, our Tinkle and stamp collection turned to shreds right after the summer vacations were over. It seemed very illogical to have our things thrown/given away and we, just like your family members, tried hard to hide things away from mother. I, wary of becoming a notorious ‘Thrower’, tried your way of escaping it - minimalistic approach towards setting up my room. I have some traits of my mother of course, genes couldn’t be beaten, but I do try to not overload my room with things which I don’t direly need. However, I have, in the course of time, differed from how my mother is. I have kept a now blotched saree that my grandmother used to wear when she would visit us. She had kept it with us and after her demise I made sure that I don’t lose it. I look at that saree and I get reminded of how independent and strong a woman she was, my grandmother. I don’t think I will ever wear that blotched saree. But I do believe that there should be something physical that helps you connect to your core, your roots. Moving on, by throwing or giving away things attached to memories, is very important to move ahead in life, to heal from disasters and live with peace at heart. Holding on to memories in things is what will always remind you of the person that you are and the people who have touched your lives.

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