One of my favourite writers, Pete Johnson from Beetley, recently wrote about his tin box and the memories within it.
It reminded me of my own. My treasured tin box holds:
- Old coins from my late grandmother (1 paisa worth around 10,000th part of a pound, 3 paisa and 5 paisa) that went out of circulation before I was born and have no materay value;
- A couple of leaves that were birthday gifts by friends with “Happy Birthday, Shaily” and “We Miss You!” written on them in red paint, gifted by two of my friends who were in a village with no access to birthday cards at the time;
- Beads of a broken bracelet from my oldest friend;
- The dollar my brother gave me when he returned from Texas;
- The 1″ X 1″ Philips music player that my parents gave me as a reward for excelling in my MBA first semester (doesnot work anymore, but…);
- My pen drive that holds my MBA research project (doesnot work anymore, but…);
- A pair of beloved, well-used and, now, broken earrings that one of my best friends gifted me on my birthday, right before he got down on one knee to tell me that he loves me;
- A single earring (well used and now deviod of its partner) sent by mail by the same person two years later on our first Valentine’s day apart; and
- Five capsules, each one stuffed with a miniscule handwritten notes, saying “I love you” from you-know-who on the same day.
Some treasures I am unable to fit inside a tin box.
- A couple of birthday post cards from Manpreet, my bestie, that have handmade paintings with 100+ “I LOVE YOU” hidden inside the design
- My copy of Three Men in a Boat that I read too often to bother hide it inside a tin box, only to pull it out the next day
- The invitation card of my marriage to you-know-who
- Our daughter’s countless pictures
All of these treasures, except the coins, were acquired after I became an adult. What, do you think, does that say about me?
Do you have any treasure boxes of your own?