What after the bus…well it was not a warm bed to take rest. For me it would be a truck, a luggage truck. You must be wondering why a truck. Because the place where I was, had no other moving object on the road. However, the story made its twist. The bus had dropped me to an almost remote area. I was over with my budget so it was time to ask for a lift. I tried for 10 mints (gratitude to my patience).
I don’t answer my phone. There are few people with whom I go for a spontaneous phone conversations. I consider myself rude – and frankly, rather shy – for not picking up the phone when they call. This time, when I was trying my granny’s old (very old and quite pretty) lehenga-choli, I received a call. The call was rather from a special person..special to me. Though I didn’t want to receive, I had to. You must be thinking why I didn’t ignore it! Because the call was on granny’s landline and yes Einstein..we can’t put it on silent mode!
There has never been a simpler, faster, and more beautiful way to scan your old photos. Today I will be telling you about the time I unveiled the old photographs from my granny’s trunk. As you can probably tell, I am pretty obsessed with old stuffs around here. A single trunk, and the mementos inside, have the power to tell an unbelievable story–the story of a life lived, true love, or a memorable event. Seeing her collection, I thought about my memories. People who ‘were’ close to me. And then about people who ‘are’ close to me. It is without a doubt that the memories created over these past year will never be forgotten.
When I first saw the trunk in bedroom upstairs at my grandma’s home, I could totally feel my hands so wanting to open it to find what was inside. Curious about its history, I questioned my Grandma and she told me it was a gift by her mother. That old trunk has stayed with our family for over 70 years with many things hidden in it. Old trunks always have many old treasures. When I opened this one I found treasures of belongings, memories, prayers …
