Procrastinated for good

I’ve been thinking about sorting some letters, documents, bills and stuff for quite some time. Its out of sheer laziness you can say, I’ve been putting this activity off. Finally it was last week that after much motivation  from my mom (by the way my mom is here and I’m loving it)  and coaxing from Y, I plunged in to the darkness of figuring what should be filed and what should be trashed. While rummaging through the piles of half useful and half worthless stuff, I came across an envelope. It was addressed to Y and without a doubt it was my handwriting. The little flick of a memory triggered an ocean of emotions and little did I realize that it halted the task I was doing forever.

Whow was my first reaction.....this was my first & last handwritten letter to Y. Well let me not insult it my calling it a letter..a memoir rather. It was a 12 page long one in which I was trying to propose him but couldn’t. Another one of such memoirs that I came across was the IM chat Y and me had the night he proposed (it was 25^th December 2007). I would not call it night, as our chat  began sometime around 10:00 PM to 8:00 am the next day and somewhere around 1:00am he proposed me J.Ohh what a pleasure it was to go through those pages (43 in total), I was back to that day.... that wonderful day/night. Page by page as I read it was like travelling back in time and reliving those moments again. Another one of those which delighted me was the menu for our wedding and reception. This one reminded me of all the efforts I put in arranging things for my wedding. I feel proud when people to this day say that the food at our wedding was one of the best  that they had. May be its true when they say “Hard work pays”. Then there was our wedding invitation, with hardly any time (that was because I wanted my wedding cards ready a month before the wedding, around the time of the engagement), I plagiarized the matter from few old cards (greeting cards and old wedding invitations).

My day had been made looking at all the stuff. If this is the feeling when we have been married for only 3 years...I blush at the thought, the magic this stuff will create when we read it say after 25 years?? J