Best thing to do when housebound is to go through stuff, or at least a box of stuff, eh, Mi? So I am tackling those years of box files full of neatly filed papers that I’ve no idea whether we need to keep or not. What kind of a sentence was that, anyway! Ha.
So I’ve been tearing up stuff even as I’ve been tearing up over papers where you’ve written down lists or something or other – mostly tips and quotes. I was enjoying reading them and sometimes, also read them aloud.
By the way, someone saw an old photo of mine and remarked that I look so much like you.
I was thinking – how happy you would be to hear that, because you always believed that I really didn’t resemble you. There must be truth in the belief that when we live with someone for a long time, we tend to look alike in some ways, probably because mannerisms rub off, habits become shared and even expressions look similar. And why wouldn’t that happen with us, eh? After all, we’re that solid combo of mother-daughter.
I found this pic of me in one of your little address-phone books, tucked away inside the jacket of the book.
Brought on some memories – look at those glasses! First year of B.Sc.! And do you remember that saree? Oh, the first time you insisted I wear it after we had attached the fall, I realized we’d attached it on the wrong side, so had a change of plans. I loved those blouses too – close necked at the back and V-necked in front, with long sleeves and kind of long waisted. Ah, I miss our Khan Tailor – what a perfect job he did with my saree blouses!
Eventually I will have to get to that cupboard to sort out those clothes. When I think of the trunks, sigh. I probably feel lazy because it seems so much easier to put it off for as long as possible. But good sense will prevail I hope. I will just keep imagining that you’re pushing me to do it, because that’s the only way I’ll get to it. Things I haven’t seen for months, perhaps years, deserve to be donated.
