The box of junk

There are a few moments, trapped in that box of junk. The pressed rose between the pages of a book, the first medal that I won in school and the first love letter someone ever wrote to me. The expensive gift that I received from the colleague, who stabbed me in the back, also lies there.

I learnt to distrust as I grew old, and the emotions that I once felt, lost their sheen. I wonder, if one experience devalues another, adds or takes away from the depth or just makes us see things in a different light.


Inspired by In Other Words, Junk at Patricia’s Place

In Other Words, junk…




  1. It’s sad when we lose our youthful thoughts and let age determine our mindset and attitudes. I guess it happens to everyone to some degree. Your story made me wander down memory lane for awhile. Thanks for sharing with In Other Words.

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