Perhaps most precious materialistic thing
in this world is your deathbed🤔
Coz none can attend it for you💯
& most precious non-materialistic thing
in this world is your freedom❤️
Coz
zindegi guzar jaati hai
isee sach me paane ke liye-
Of all the things that I possess
My favourite is my memory of you
You are my prized possession
Never to leave the confines of my heart
Though you no longer belong to me
But the memories remain
Like trophies on the shelf deep inside me
You are something that will always be
Etched on the walls of my heart
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My prized possessions,
I have saved and maintained them till today. The small cupboard ,I grew up seeing it in our kitchen, as a small child. Ma would store milk, and other items in it. It had a wire mesh then, now replaced by the red sunmica. I store some odds and ends now,
The yellow stool was my writing desk.I used to sit on the mat and do my homework on it.
The Teak table was my dad's Writing Table. They are all more than 73 years old. I don't have the blackboard and the school desk with a slanted top that would open and shut ,up and down, (like TOTO CHAN'S DESK in an English lesson) and chair. Every day, my dad would write my home work on the blackboard.
I remember being fascinated by my desk and chair , exclusively for me. Later on, my mom ,gave it away very generously to someone when I hardly used it. I remember the Matric Magazines that my dad bought for me during my SSC.
We went on our own to search for the numbers and the school during exams, unlike the whole family that comes to school with the child appearing for exams today.
I wish I had my desk chair and blackboard too..
My childhood memories are still fresh in my mind. Nostalgic moments ❤️❤️❤️👍👍-
Trust.
Trust is a prized possession
that's earned with certain repurcussions
And luckiest is the person who's endowed with its best version
Acknowledge it or not
Might not be a gain or loss,
It's solely your decision.
Because trust is a prized possession..
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Ma's handwritten recipe book is, and always will be my most cherished possession. Because Google will never ever be able to tell me how my kind of poha or halwa is made.
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She was a prized possession
But now a concept of Hiraeth
She is the peace in the world of chaos,
A light in the disheartened hope
A Love beyond reasons,
A Care beyond freedom and seasons
A Trust in the ups and downs of life,
A solitary Soul beside my rise
She is a never ending relation,
A Love, A Life, An illustration
Or Maybe, mine beautiful creation-