Watch.. the time !

 Last week as I was in another spree of cleaning the house, I came across a plastic Ziploc bag which had our old watches.. Some had straps of plastic, leather, golden, and others metallic. These are old watches of mine and Sagar’s. Somewhere in the last one decade, I stopped wearing watches. The process went from tight fit good-looking watches, to wearing lose fit bangle like watches to no-watches on the wrist! – in tandem with the phases of my life I think 😊

But when I saw this ziplock bag.. a myriad of memories and time zones sprang up from my mind. Most of them were unique watches – not watches that looked great, but those carried with it a memory that was distinct….

There was a black watch that was gifted to Sagar by my uncle on our wedding. There was a golden watch gifted to me, by 2 of my very close friends when I moved from Knoxville to New York. There were watches of different shapes – rectangular, off center – which I had bought for myself, in a mode to just being ‘not normal’.. hatke! There was a watch that was given by someone special, which I wore for the longest time, changing the colors of the strap- currently it being with a broken white strap.

The two arms of the watch lay different in each of these watches, just like the time of my life they reflected….

The watches were there, taking my mind to a time, back in my life, where I felt anxious, sad, happy, angry, accomplished, different … whatever the left over feeling of that time was….and I reached there now, and felt those all over again!!

Am I scared to let go of these watches... lest those memories of mine would also walk away from me.... I wonder! 

Also, have you ever thought, why some events impact you so much compared to ‘important events’ that made no-impact whatsoever in your life? What is it that actually clings on to an event, walks it through a journey and makes it a memory??

I don’t know the answers, to all my questions 😊 .. but I know that our table drawers, hand bags, cupboards and houses are all filled with a lot of things that we hold on to physically, and each of them also is holding up some space in our minds...

Some tiny little corner of our huge self -woven carpet …called ‘the mind’!!

To clear my mind, now … I can get all these watches repaired and given away to someone who can make new memories with them…. 

But for now ... I tucked them back into the Ziploc bag …..