A whiff of nostalgia
I look outside my window. It is a bright and beautiful day with the lovely blue sky and the giant white fluffy clouds, the trees all green and the beautiful blooming flowers. I want to keep staring outside or better still I am tempted to go for a walk. But I look around me and reality strikes me. Ten huge cardboard boxes stare at me. It is not the size of the boxes that matters me, it is the weight of the memories that they hold that scares me. These boxes my friend, are no ordinary boxes. These are the boxes that hold a huge part of my life. This is the stuff that I’d accumulated over the years- stuff which for so long was sitting in my childhood house all these days. This was the stuff that mom always asked me to clean up when I went home. Now she’s packed all my stuff and sent it here and I have to deal with it.
Most of the boxes contain books- books from the time that I started reading. There are also a few books from Dad’s collection which Mom knew I liked. I sit down and hold each book in my hand. Now this is going to take a while. I sift through random pages. They are yellow and crinkly. Some pages are dog eared not intentionally but by mistake- the mistake of falling asleep with a book. I hold a book and take a whiff – the smell is heavenly. It is the smell of nostalgia and I’m transported back to my childhood days.
I remember Mom reading out to me a story. I remember Dad trying to teach me to read a book. I can remember lazing around during summer holidays in my grandma’s house with a book in hand. I remember hiding novels behind textbooks and reading the novels while I had to study for my exams. I remember crying when my favourite character in that book was in trouble or something bad happened. I remember jumping in joy, laughing till my stomach hurt when I came across something funny while reading. I remember dreaming about the love of my life and about our love story when I read a love story. They were all there. The books that I received as presents on my birthday, the books that I won, the books that I had bought after saving my pocket money. For another person, it could just be a box of books but for me these books were everything.
While going through one of the books, I found a newspaper cutting. It wasn’t just any newspaper cutting, it was the cutting of my first poem that was published. It was my mom who had managed to carefully preserve it for all these years.It brought back memories of that day when I jumped with joy looking at my poem that was published. May be that was what made me keep writing and even start a blog. As I kept looking at the other books, I did find a lot of things. A piece of paper with another poem that I’d written, a handmade bookmark and then a letter. A letter that I’d written but never posted. A letter to God. Down the memory lane I went, when I wrote to God in difficult times. For a moment, I felt like laughing at myself but then when I thought about it I realized how much better it was to just let go what was in my mind by writing to God!
The treasures in the boxes weren’t over yet. There were a lot of memories there- pictures, little notes that were written in class and the like. Some things I was eager to open and the rest I just didn’t know if I was ready. I had taken a whiff of nostalgia but was I ready to walk down the memory lane? Though there a lot of moments that I wish to relive, there definitely are some which do not want to be reminded of. But yes, I could go on forever sniffing each page, caressing each page and feeling those words. Friends may have left me, but my books were the ones that helped me through those times and are still with me.
Linking this post to Blog Chatter’s prompt for this week: Down the memory lane
Nice post Reema 🙂
Thank you Josly 🙂
Such an evocative post filled with nostalgia that made the joy of growing up and looking back with a smile:)
I’m glad this post brought a smile on your face. 🙂
I think it was the time to relive your memories… Made me feel nostalgic to
Yes, sometimes we have to do that.
Your Mom did you a wonderful favor by sending those memories to you. If you wait too long (like my husband did) you find a hot attic, while downsizing an elderly mother, full of ruined books and fragile paper.
Yes, sometimes it is just too late.
nostalgia is so powerful and poignant Reema – I remember these boxes too!! Mine were shoes boxes bulging with letters, cards, dried flowers and cartons of books, my college ae rt portfolios….. all of it drove my mother nuts – till one day she threw it all. cherish yours!
Awww. it is bad that you lost your boxes!
Thank you for dropping by 🙂
Such treasures are so precious! I still have the slam books and other small mementos from my school and college days. Such nostalgia they come with. I wish we could live them again though, don’t you?
Yes Soumya! I sometime wish I could go back in time and revisit those memories.
Your tresure chest indeed! I think u should frame that first poem and preserve it . As years pass by it is these tiny things that take us back. It brings back smiles and makes us indeed laugh and the bygone days.
Yes I must do that. I’ve been putting it off for a while.
Such a treasure trove of memories. Loved your post. I too love revisiting old memories every now and then because they make me relive good times as much as they bring back a slice of the lost time back into the present.
Even I love going back and thinking about the old times occasionally. It makes me feel good.
Oh that whiff of long lost memories. They open a treasure trove of moments deeply entwined in the recesses of your mind. Lovely poignant piece
Thank you Natasha 🙂
I guess moms are the greatest gift that God has given us. They secure such memorable things that we have long forgotten. Time proves how precious they had been to us. Happy Blogging!
Yes, that is so true! It is mom who has kept these tiny memorable things! Thanks for dropping by.
That was beautiful. Your post conjured up such nostalgia. Books hold so many memories between their pages, isn’t it? Some physical ones and some just memories.
Yes, that is true! Thank you 🙂
Good old memories. They never leave us and its so go to relive them some times. Enjoyed reading your post and it was like going back with you while reading. 🙂
I’m glad you enjoyed reading this 🙂 Thanks for dropping by 🙂
Those ten boxes has your precious childhood packed delicately in them dear..I am so glad mom gifted it to you to live it one more time. This truly is a heart warming post Love.
Yes, those boxes are really special 🙂
Lovely boxes of memories! First paragraph creates such a vivid imagery. Lovely post! 🙂
Very evocative! I remembered the time when I got such a box back from mum’s.I was transported back in time with your post.
I’m glad that my post made you walk down the memory lane. Thanks for reading and commenting 🙂