Lost and Found reminds me of school days. When I'd cross my fingers and walk past the corridor toward the lost property room,a dark dingy place with a peculiar odor, in hopes to find my lost pouch, I'd look for it in all the possible places. Sometimes, in a very rare corner would I find something similar to my pouch, and further hope that all the material in it is intact. Very rarely would i find all my pens and pencils in it! Many a times, a few pens would be missing and sometimes, I would find an extra scale in it and that moment of finding a brand new scale would also bring a smile on to my face!
Today, when I am actually writing this, I consider the people in my life, like my pouch.[you could chuckle over it, or actually think]
Yes, be them friends or family, a lost and found incident always comes along all of us!
The lost property room actually resembles my life. Covered with dust.. with people who don't belong to me and when I look carefully, in the furthest corners, I find those whom I can pick up the right and claim to be mine! Often, those pens and pencils in my pouch are the qualities Ive known my friends with. Seldom, when i meet them after long,[long lost friends that we call them] I think back and try recollecting whether those pens are familiar to me or not.. sometimes the new pens need to be smoothed, I need to get accustomed to them. While the new scale in the pouch comes as a complete surprise, so do certain beautiful aspects to them bring a new dimension to the relationship!
Sometimes those close people lie in the most obvious places, yet I don't look, why? because its just too obvious to look in those places.. or I'd rather not look for some people. Like in school, I'd not look for my old pouch. I'd love it so much, that even after it had torn, i had stitched it up, but lately, i would end up losing a pen or two everyday.Its high time I'd got a new pouch. It was just not worth the struggle to hold on to it, just like we don't hold on to certain relationships after we know, we have an intuition that they are not meant to live for any longer.
Its like, some pens, come along for the "3 hours" examinations, while some pencils have to be sharpened rigorously. Well now, Its time to give up your pencil and get yourself a new pen pencil... all you need to do is, add the lead , like the virtue of your personality. All that matters is the lead and not the plastic cover.. just like all that matters is, your soul! THE REAL YOU!
