Possessions

Five Photos, Five Stories- Day Two

I would like to thank Umber for inviting me to share my photos and my stories.

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Possessions? Clutter?

My books are my most cherished possession. All through my childhood, they were the first to be plucked off the shelves and packed, whenever we were to move. I painstakingly put them in piles as per their size, wrapped them in multiple newspaper sheets and bound the piles with twine. Then, they were left around for others to take inspiration to pack, and as a constant reminder of the inevitable move.

Today, I have much more that I would like to pack first, as many things vie for the coveted possessions tag in my mind. I would like to pack the photographs first of all, all the framed memories scattered around the house. I am aware that in my mind, I have come to cherish moments and memories just as much.

But, over the years as I amass more ‘stuff’, I am increasingly forced to confront whether I own my things or do they own me? Are my cherished things contributing to clutter? I am not a hoarder, yet there is so much in my house that I cannot part with. Things that signify pieces of me at various stages of my life. What must it be to be free of our physical possessions, using them as we need, rather than having them as a crutch to validate our purpose and existence?

The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or nonfiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph-it is entirely up to you.

Then each day, invite another blogger to carry on the challenge.

Today, I throw this challenge open to all my blogger friends. Try it, it is great fun!

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Ephemeral

Five Photos, Five Stories-Day One

A big thank you to Umber for inviting me to share my stories and pictures.

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As spring gives way to summer the signs are everywhere. Each day, I walk down the lanes in my neighbourhood and I see flowers blooming everywhere; on bushes, in pots, on trees, over gates and along driveways in the houses, tumbling over walls and railings. It is warm, the breeze is relaxing and a feeling of well-being hangs in the air. I click away with my phone, capturing the fleeting beauty of the flowers as they would be gone before a fortnight. A carpet of fallen purple flowers beckons and I think back to the many summers we have collected these flowers- my daughter and I, for them to be made into garlands or put in our hair.

In a month or so, the flowers would go; and as the rains arrive they would be covered by lush green foliage. The myriad colours would give way to many soothing shades of green. That too I shall celebrate. And, God willing, many such summers would come.

Yet, I am aware of the ephemeral nature of beauty, of time, of life. Is time ephemeral? Times are. Years fly by. We cross many paths, meet many people, live through times that make great memories. And then we pass on. I pray that the now is good enough to last in my memories and that I have no regrets. I mean to carry the fragrance of these flowers with me a long time to come.

The Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge rules require you to post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or nonfiction, a poem or simply a short paragraph-its entirely up to you.

Then each day, invite another blogger to carry on the challenge.

Today I am inviting Joyroses from Nuggets of Gold to carry on this challenge. You are free to accept or decline.