Declutter

She pulled out an old diary that was sticking out from the cluster of books waiting to be decluttered. It was a red quilted diary of 2001. It looked a lot like brown with the dense layer of dirt coated on the surface. She gently wiped the dust off the top. The invincible dusty smell conquered her as she realized how vulnerable she was to her past.

 As she started rummaging through the pages lazily, a red bookmark caught her attention. It said, ‘A true friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out’! Those words took her back in time at lightening speed and moments later she was standing beneath the Great Grandfather tree.

She felt the warmth of friendship around her. The wind was murmuring through the tall trees and slowly caressing her hair. A destination that steeped in nostalgia and impeccable beauty unfolded right before her eyes. The magnificent ancient doors of that royal college opened widely with a creak.

With every step forward, she reminisced the loveliest moments of her life. She realized she missed a whole lot of people who claimed to be her friends once. She had made her baby steps to friendships, wisdom and knowledge there. She was grateful for all the life lessons that she had acquired from there. She had only gained more and lost a lot less.

 As she walked away from the Grandfather Tree, leaving all her memories at its foot, she smiled graciously, a smile that oozed gratitude and content. She said to herself ‘I never had to walk in, I was always there.’

She opened her eyes to the diary and slowly glided her thin fingers across the blue inked letters. The dusty smell still lingered as she slowly the shut the diary and shoved it to the top rack.