Trade-off

i was unmessing ma room today. i had this drawer full of letters.. i had been putting it off for years.
i finally decided that it was time to make room for newer things.

it was this dustbin full of letters.. letters for me, from me.. letters i d never managed to post, letters i d never bothered to reply, letters of a time, when lips betrayed u at the right moments.

to dispose them off i took a longer route, of tearing them to pieces. my thumbs are still swollen by the effort. i dint want to burn them, nor keep them whole..

the oldest of the letters dated bac to 2002... i found it funny.. the letter i mean. i laughed at myself for all the things i had written. i had diaries, bt then i wud often write to people i wud never b able to speak to. i was amazed at my inability to speak up!

i havent changed much, but i gues i hav grown over the letters, most of the letters were depressing. they were filled with complaints, accusations, of how right i was, n how the world was the most unfair place to live in....

they meant a lot to me.. they were ma secret treasure... n here i was disposing it off out in the open, with everyone watchin me (i mean everyone in ma house)

once in a while you come across this realisation that its time to click on refresh...
its time to move on.. get over things.. say bye to old ones n make room for new!!!!

3 hours of overload for ma fingers has given me a sense of peace that i hadnt felt in days!

the silliest things sometimes make u happy... somethings as silly as tearing ur first ever love letter ;)