Filed away...

It is a three day weekend and is the case with long weekends, the first day goes in sleeping. Then, mom kicks into action and berates me for not taking care of all my paperwork...my papers, bills, certificates, documents, office papers that are all over the place.

So it was with great reluctance that I gathered up all the papers, old bills, debit card receipts and what not. But little did I know that what I thought would be a boring task would be a great way to relive some old days.

Every piece of paper had its own memories...every bill had a reason for why I had splurged...every marksheet told a tale of how much effort had gone into getting those marks...how much coffee I had to drink to keep myself awake...

Of course there were some marksheets which I would simply like to forget...some bills which I regret running up - especially the silly PS2 and Drive Wheel which I have hardly used. I came across my MH-CET marksheet and admission papers...I remembered how I had almost cancelled my admission...and how, thankfully, I had not.

Then there were bills which bought back some really sweet memories...of running all the way to an ATM to take out money to buy a hard disk drive...of days spent hunting for the perfect gifts...of rushing to Phoenix to buy a bracelet and hoping it would be liked...buying a T-shirt or a particular piece of clothing because it was recommended...

These pieces of papers can be filed away...but not these memories.