Days after relentless search, I gave up. I gave up on the hope of finding my favorite bracelet that was gifted by a special friend. My hope took away with it, the patience I owned to search. With the loss of the key ingredients of the mission, I convinced myself to forget about it. In an attempt to catalyze the process, I got myself another one. Soon enough, the thoughts of it waned away until this evening when it decided to make its unexpected appearance under a stack of clothes in the corner of the closet. I wonder how it even got there. Anyways, it felt awesome to realize, what was believed to have lost is now found!
My memory flashed back to a series of such lost and found experiences, small and big, visible and invisible. Each one of them brought unique sense of happiness right after the find. It’s a feeling that every living being with a sense of memory would have experienced one time or the other.
2 comments:
OMG....you are turning out to be a philosopher :)
Good One, pls post the bracelet picture with it :)
Post a Comment