One afternoon, the security called up to say that I had a parcel. I asked him to confirm if it was for me. Because I was not expecting a courier and also every now and then, the courier guys land up in my apartment by mistake. It was a surprise to receive this package from Paper Boat , yet again. And see how beautifully packed it came, in a box of memories.
The wordings on the box was enough to bring back those childhood memories. Indeed, I had such a box where I used to store such precious( to me) but junk (for my mom) stuff. I remember storing manjadi kuru, old photos, stamps, cute little bottles of homeo medicines or some oil. Now when I think about it, I feel so silly. But at the same time, I think how we used to find happiness in little things the so called junk too :), while we were kids.
