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Scrap book and a whole bunch of photo albums



I have been thinking lately about all things that mattered once. Let me start with a classic scrap book, 4x8inch with a Axl Rose on the cover. One of my seniors had taken a keen interest in developing my scrap book as the coolest one (not that anyone won a prize) in our school which means both my senior and I dedicated a whole bunch of time and indulged heavily in my fixed pocket money. It turned out excellent. On my senior's insistence I had the pages ordered in pink, green and yellow color and had it hard bound. Sorry if I am being extra indulgent in describing my scrap book but all I remember is the amount of time and dedication I spent in developing the most prized possession of my life. I was in grade 8, the scrap book with the Axl Rose and autographs of 3 boys meant the world to me (it was a big deal in an all-girls school).

One of my sisters pointed out - this won't mean a thing to you when you become older, at that time I was in high-school. You know how things are in high-school but having a boyfriend tops it all off. I wasn't one to give up on anything interesting that life had stored in for me so I went with the flow as in I never realized how once considered the most prized possession - my scrap book had seemed meaningless in the passing years. So what brought back the memories of my missing scarp book?

The very same day we were invited by our friends for dinner at their place. So we readied ourselves packed our daughter and left. We had an awesome dinner and the conversation is well always good. While visiting the loo lo and behold what do I see? A bunch of photo albums lying above their potty cabinet. I had been to that loo many a times before but I had never noticed those albums I swear. I then remembered my own photo albums and the one particular which I and my boyfriend (now my husband) had bought in Thailand and had dedicated our time in filling up the blank sheets. Well, it now rests somewhere above the closet although it doesn't collect dust I have stored it in a big bag full of other albums. As I am writing I am thinking deep – is everything important relative to time?  Well of course it is dumb head I say to myself; why wouldn't it be. Had it been the other way I would know where I lost my scrap book wouldn't I?

Late at night before I drift to sleep I think about all the important things I lost as time passed by, lost touch with all those wonderful people I once loved and shared many good memories. I try and travel back in my memory lane and all I remember are the happy memories, the ones I shared with my friends in school, my boyfriend and my family. Despite desperate attempts to hold on to all the good memories and the important ‘things’ everything once significant is relative to time – nothing is important enough. So with the scrap book gone and the photo albums stored above the closet I will cherish everything while I am living it.

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