Today,
at a far off place, near an attic..I found a small corner, where I found a
number of things, small, big, medium…all were talking with each other, these
things were the things which were lost by their owners in one way or the other,
some were deliberately lost, and some where made to be lost and some were just
lost…the corner of the attic had a book, a watch, a mirror, a color box, a
drawing book, a photograph of a lady, small earrings and many more……these lost
things, as I said were in a talkative session, each narrating their plight, and
how they happened to be there, slowly I entered that corner of the attic and
started listening to their conversation, some of them were sad, because they
were happy being with their owners,and were missing their place and some were
too happy by being part of the club…yes… Club of Lost Things….the things which
were happy, were trying to make others happy….coz this was the fate of all the
members to be part of the club forever, once they entered it, in one or the
other way… the conversation was goin on when some more lost articles, came and
joined the session, the best part about the club was that there was no typical
hierarchy maintained here, no one was big, nor was anyone small, every thing
had its say, and every other thing/things were listening…all were equal…the
next interesting thing which I realised is that, now I know, what happens to
the things which gets lost, and I will keep it a secret with myself, because if
I will be talking to people about this place, the only place where equality is
maintained will be LOST…and…hence I will be silent about this place…though I have
talked about it, but I will not tell the address, coz Loss of the Club of Lost
Things will be a big issue….
