A heartbreaking musing.

Remember those times when you met someone and you guys just hit it off? That person made you laugh so hard that you assumed he/she would always be there to do so- in your good times and in your bad ones. No matter what, he/she would always cheer you up. It seemed impossible to even imagine that he/she would ever bring tears of sorrow in your eyes. All he would ever do is bring tears out of endless laughter. Well, some of us are lucky enough to have that person in our lives for ever. And some others, like me, are not. Amongst these ‘others’ too, there are three categories of people. The first one consists of people who lose that someone because of their mistake(s). Then there are people whom someone loses because of his/her own mistake(s). And finally, there are some who just keep wondering “what went wrong?”. I fall in the third category and believe me, it’s the worst of all. Although you are to lose the person in all the three cases, in the former two, you are at least aware of the reason for the same. The last one, on the contrary, gives you an additional matter to ponder upon, as if you didn’t have enough already! Thus, it keeps on reminding you things that you least want to.

Indubitably, you can always hunt for the latent will power inside you to drive off your emotions and be a little stern towards the same, especially, when your sentiments do not concern them. But my dilemma is, what should be done to the stuff they gave you, both abstract and in kind? The most terrible yet wonderful gift from someone is ‘memories’. You cherish them until things go well. But when they don’t work out and the ‘triple bond’ you once shared now stands broken then those memories begin to haunt you instead. I simply awe at my memory when it comes to matters that are worth forgetting. At other times, like examinations, it makes me feel awful! Moving on to materialistic things, should one throw them away, burn them down, give them back to the person they came from, preserve them or the most difficult, preserve as well as use them?? [ P.S. I am not talking w.r.t. an ‘after break-up’ scenario.] 

I too have presents from some people who were once not unknown to me like t-shirts ,a mug, show-pieces, cards etc. I am ‘brave’ enough to use the mug and preserve the rest  (or fool enough, I really have no idea). I have only one reason behind my action- These gifts were given to me with a heart that once contained only love for me and at a time when everything was perfect. No doubt, it still hurts me because every time I see or use those, I am reminded of them and probably, I won’t be able to forget them ever (bloody memory!) But despite my logic, my question still remains unanswered; When people walk out of your lives, what should you do with the ‘stuff’ they leave behind??

A way out of this maze is welcomed…