It’s strange how I keep holding on to every little thing. Sheets of paper, little pieces of bus tickets, restaurant bills, Old clothes, messages in my phone inbox. It takes a lot of effort to throw them away, and I have to force myself most of the times to do it. They become a part of my life. As if looking at them everyday will bring all those moments back. In some ways they do, they bring back that smile to me. And old smiles are not something I want to forget about. There are just the letting go that i want to forget... the times when letting go was not my doing..it was the otherside that let me go....
image (C) aparna mudi... It was taken in tirupur, junk yard.
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