I almost cried.
My box, full of assignment and cyclostyled (imagine how ancient it was) research papers, from my institute days,
was being thrown out.
It was like a part of me was going away
I felt I lost something very valuable that day.
I was in grief
Over the next few days, I actually felt much lighter.
Space which it occupied was free.
I could walk in that space without tumbling over the boxes.
How attached are we to our possessions?
We invest our identity into it, our memories into it,
our deepest emotions into it
All material things will decay and perish
And when we attach ourselves to perishable things,
we are riding the roller coaster of emotions with more downs than up