The Forgotten Memento

There are so many things in life, that we leave behind us and forget about them. There are certain chapters of our or our loved one's life that we want to witness and open those abandoned doors of memories again...

The Forgotten Memento

Last night, I found the keys,
To the abandoned almirah...
I spared no moment
And unlocked that rusty piece of iron.

The door opened with an icing of dust.
I gave myself a minute to adapt,
Before I started exploring
The inside of that mystery.

Out of all beautiful oldies,
The cardboard box on the uppermost shelf captured my attention.
It was a little-out of my reach.
I stood on my tiptoes and pulled that box out.

The box fell on the floor,
Scattering all the scrap outside.
I sat down and patted on a brown scrapbook, clearing the dust away.
On opening it, I found, on the first page, a picture.

It didn't even take me a moment more
To realise, it was my mother.
A smile struck the corner of my lips
As I saw that little girl laughing her heart out.

I fumbled through other pictures.
Taking a deep look at each one.
Living the moments that were captured...
From childhood, to teenage and more...that smile stayed the same.

I could hear her laughing, giggling.
Her chuckles echoed inside the room
And lifted up the mundane aura.
As I sat there, living the moments, I had never witnessed
That old, rusty, abandoned almirah transformed into an inestimable treasure.

-Vedanshi Shah