Faded Mystery

30 Nov

Last weekend, I decided to get my wardrobe winter ready.  It isn’t a difficult process, actually.  It’s just one big box needs to be unboxed and unpacked and I have my winter clothes ready.  However, this otherwise-would-have-been-a-piece-of-cake exercise became quite taxing because I couldn’t find the box that needed unboxing and unpacking.

Instead I found another box… the label on it faded. For a long time I wasn’t even sure if it was mine.  Anyway, because there was no one around, I opened it and lo-and-behold, the box was mine, indeed.  The first thing you’ll find in any of my boxes is of course a diary.  If I were to collect all my diaries – used and unused, presented or bought… they are just far too many and I find them everywhere… especially inside anything that is packed/ sealed.

Apart from the diary, there were a few stuff inside this “box”.  Although, I remembered most of the articles in it, I did find a scarf which may not have belonged to me.  I found a printed scarf.  I’m more of a non-printed kind-of-I-prefer-plain person.  Non of my scarves are printed, they are all plain or at most monochrome.  So, there was this faded scarf… the colours are all weird too [with reference to my monochrome taste]… there’s a bit of blue, a bit of purple, a bit of yellow, a bit of orange, tiny pink bits [hearts… believe you me]…

Every time I find an old item [be it clothes or diaries or just about anything], I remember how I had acquired it… these things are the object of my time-travel.  But, this scarf rang no bell… the memories are way more faded than the scarf itself.  If this was a gift, I would have remembered for sure.  If I had borrowed it from someone, I’d have definitely remembered that too.  Well, so I must have bought it on some buy-printed-scarf-for-a-change impulse.  Yes, very plausible, because I do act on such impulse once in a while.

Then my memory starts playing games with me.  According to this memory, I vaguely remember trying this scarf on and thinking to myself “I must try print”I don’t know if my mind is making up this memory or if that really is the memory of this scarf.  That remains a mystery…

via Daily Prompt: Faded

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