photographs. they have this amazing ability to transport u into a different time & age. moments, which are encapsulated. in that one 4X6 frame. one picture. but so many emotions wound around it. so many memories.
so do clothes. and accessories. *for me, at least!*
as i unpacked my 23-kgs-full-of-goodies bag *my cousin got me an entire bag load of stuff from india*, there were so many things going through my mind. every piece of clothing - be it a T, a skirt, a saree, footwear, picture or belt - had it's own unique memories attached to it.
and to top it, my mother's sent me clothes which i wore over 6 years back. *YES, i still fit into them!* trying to put the pieces together, wondering which was bought when? when had i worn it? why do i remember? have i forgotten already?
some have good memories - like the black one-shoulder remanika top? i bought it over lunch coz we had to bring in a close frenz b'day that night. some not-so-good - like the maroon bandhani skirt. i lost my favourite silver anklet the last time i wore it *i thot it was d anklet tinkling, it was actually the ghungroos on the skirt*. some, i can't place. i have NO clue when & why i'd bought that multi-colored *red, orange, yellow AND green* short, strappy dress! but i've been smiling since i opened the bag.
also, now i have no place to stuff/hang the contents of the bag. my closet, though huge, isn't all encompassing! so here i am, sitting in my living room, which now looks like a chor-bazaar - trinkets, flashy earrings, beaded belts/stoles, osho slippers - all lying rite here! wondering. is this a bag filled with my belongings or a bag filled with my memories...?