The quirky DNA

That 2 year old pallazo pants gifted to you by your sister-in-law, which you pretty much know you have outgrown. That 4 year old magazine lying there just because it holds the picture of your favorite actor who is a dad of a cute little toddler now. (Yay! Hearty congrats to him). The 5 and a half year old blanket that once decorated your hostel room and was the only room decor you ever ever owned- that sometimes role-played as a curtain, a food mat and a floor mat even (yuk!) lying there with few strands of thread on the verge of detachment but still clinging on to tight. Whenever I think of ways to part with them, an invisible hand from nowhere seizes them all and puts them back to place, convincing me with valid bulletins which confirms their place for another 3 years. Those nail paints and lippers that have successfully crossed their expiry dates but you don't just feel like discarding them away. Like.. How can I be so rude???? I once pampered them like my own descendan

(This story was written in response to the image) #100wordstorychallenge #Thepromise Finally the day had arrived. Trembles and quivers had been my uninvited companions for the past few days. My heartbeat raised as I walked towards him on the stage. His eyes met mine. All at once, a sharp twinge hit my spine exactly the way it did, the first time I saw him. Nothing had changed.. I realised. It was beautiful. There was an exchange of a million words.. of the love we shared.. of the promises made. Beside him stood an angel. Yes she was an angel indeed, in the elegant white gown with a bouquet as beautiful as her. I exchanged smiles with both of them and wished them luck as I descended the grandstand. There I was left... with a temporary smile and a permanent scar in my heart. ❤️