the last prince of the kingdom of dark

after many days i open my treasure drawer today. there was lots of old stuff. i dinno i was still holding so much of stuff, even after i d cleaned my drawer like a year o more ago.

more amazing was i cud still remember most of the things. i have stuff like movie tickets, wrappers. i was totally into buying gifts fr myself. and all tiny tiny memoirs of times like. :)

pages from my tuition book, tags of clothes, wrappers, letters, cards, paper cuttings. i think it was the first time i ever showed them to anyone.

there's nothing worth hiding in them, and i think for anyone else it will just be junk. but i still love holding on to those things. You look at something, and then travel back down memory lane, and drift into the memory-vortex :D

i love getting lost, and when its not always possible to get physically lost , i find solace in these escapades back in time.

its nice when you have someone around with whom you can travel to almost anywhere; to some random isolated church on a hill top, isolated stretches of sea n sand, to being a kid, to your most embarrassing moment, or ride on clouds tat take u far and beyond; and still be grounded, like something's holding you firmly, so you don't waiver, don't cut-off and get lost forever.

thank "you" for everything. m glad i have "you"! :)

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