Winning post for WOW prompt 22 July weekend.
In my apartment in Kolkata, there are inanimate objects in every room but the story in my bedroom is completely different and extremely personal. An item that can best be described as a piece of my heart royally occupies the area near the left corner of my queen sized bed. It is always the first item that I wake up to every morning and is again the last thing I see before I calling it a day. Every person in my family has an emotional attachment to it but for me, it is the source and reason of my existence.
Despite spending so much time with it, there’s always a range of emotions that arise within me every time I lay my eyes on it. Sometimes it’s nostalgia, at times it brings about a feeling of pain but more often than not it is that of utter helplessness. The colors of my childhood and the happiness of my adult years have been kept guarded in this single item. It is all that remains of a by-gone era for me and my family.
For the last 7 years, this has become my most treasured possession. There have been nights when I have held it close to my heart and wept incessantly. Whenever I have hit rock bottom in personal or professional areas, I have drawn my strength and inspiration from it. It might not be in a condition to respond to my suffering any longer but the eternal optimist in me still continues hoping that it can witness my plight. Strangely though, whenever there has been an occasion to celebrate, I have spent time shedding tears for the inability to share my joy with it. Whenever in moments of doubt, I still stand in front of it and try to think of the advice it might have given me.
For the world, this product might just be an 8*6 inches piece of memory, but for me, it is a summation of my entire life. It has a permanent place in my heart and an everlasting effect on my life and soul. Every time that I leave the house, I still ensure to carry a miniature version of this item in my bag for it is my constant source of reassurance and support.