A suitcase, a big one with wheels attached to its bottom for easy conveyance is what I got along with myself for this epic journey which I was about to undertake for a small part of my life. A small part but definitely an impact maker journey of my life. So for this, as I have mentioned earlier I got myself in one piece with an exploring attitude and then a big suitcase with all my stuff for the war I was about to wage.
The suitcase was a heavy one, heavy because it was filled with anything and everything up to the brim. The zipper holding it was under strain trying its best to contain all those items and not let go of any. The things included everything from the ones which I needed for everyday usage, ones which I needed to protect myself at difficult times, ones which would help me fight when I was in a war with bacteria, viruses, female anopheles and bigger and bigger enemies, to things which help me keep fit and n number of feelings of mine. All were shut in it.
I pulled my heavy suitcase into a new territory which my suitcase had never seen before with a fresh mindset. The suitcase had to wade through cluster of hurrying people on the platform of Indian railways trying to catch different trains of their choice and preference. So my big suitcase had to fight right from there to uphold it. Tough times had begun but there was this fresh breeze blowing right across my cheek and it was a refreshing one.
I then searched around to find a place for my heavy suitcase. The Suitcase had to be placed in a warm welcoming environment and a place which would provide me more fun, frolic and joy which I can stuff it back into it. The scouting did take its toll on my bag as it had to be pulled hard at times, pushed at times and tried to be squeezed through at times. Time came when it became very uncertain about finding a decent place for my bag.
In the eleventh hour I found a place where I felt my Suitcase would be safe and secure, made a final call and moved into the new place with my big suitcase. I was finally relieved that I had found a place for my suitcase and time had come when I was ready to unpack and deflate it. This was very shaky as well as scary thing to do as the suitcase with everything of mine in it which was held safely within its confinement was about to be exposed to the bare and cruel world. It was like skinning out a chicken alive.
So I braced myself for this huge task which I was about to undertake. My hands went to the zipper of my bag and felt small tremors in my heart as and when the zipper would go in and go out of those tiny grooves.
Zipper moved inch by inch and my bag was finally opened and it suddenly started to glow like a ton of gold would have glowed. It was all there exactly the way I had packed it. The worth of the suitcase was all due to what it contained within it. I visually criss crossed to get an overview of all the items in my suitcase and it looked all safely tucked in there.
I nonchalantly started to pick each of those items and then made a proper place and setting for them. I first picked up my essential items and arranged them neatly as they were essential. This gave me a good sign that it would become easier to stay as all those items which I would need at a regular intervals would be at my arms length. This made the bag a tinge lighter.
Once the essentials were out, the survival became much simpler. This made me feel warmth surrounded around my stuff. My people, my things, my friends, my workplace, anything mine always sounds sweet. Making anything mine is a difficult part but; like people are always there around, things are always there, companies are always there around us, adding my or making it mine takes right perceptions, liking, attitude and etc. But once anything becomes mine, you’ll start adoring it, loving it, working for it, living for it.
So with a little lighter mind I then viewed at my little lighter bag which was now filled with items which did not have everyday importance but needed at times. But it would make a huge impact whenever needed or used. The items would protect me and my people at tough times. So it needed to be strategically placed. I might lose them in wind of time or they might get filled with dust and then would be difficult to scavenge them when those were needed at dire times.
One by one I picked those critical items, gave a deep thought for each item, understood its value, felt it so that I could find the most apt place for them. The pills got its place in a safe area easily visible to all who might need them at various times and would help to save them. My other equipments found the other corner where it would not be disturbed until they were needed and they won’t be a disturbance until I needed them.
My bags buoyancy was coming down but it was also getting more difficult to sort the remaining items and then make a place for them as I was running out of space now. I had to amend my arrangement and create new space out of the existing space and place those items.
There was also the biggest of the big thing still untouched. Living a hurried lifestyle I had actually forgotten about the most precious item in my bag, it was all my emotions which I had packed it back home safely so as to feel it and share it in this new place and that was making me nervous and weak. So I carefully looked at it in my suitcase and enumerate how much and its purity. The surface of it was little worn out but was still present in a good condition and quantity. I deflowered it with all the care, it started pouring out, used it to strengthen myself and started to share it, spread it, smear it, and paint it across the streets of this new place.
The place started seeming to be mine at its expense. But it never turned out to be completely mine and my bag also never got emptied completely. I wondered Y?
Heedfully I went and looked back into my bag and discovered tons more left in it. It was startling to know but I later started to realize that whatever packed in my home was very auspicious and precious and unpacking it was close to impossible unless some miracles would happen. Other thing was that the suitcase was also getting filled back up with fresh items picked from this new place; which could not find space here, had to be taken back home.
I never assumed that emptying a bag would be so atrociously difficult when I was packing it and have understood that it will keep getting filled up. Filling it up is actually not a bad thing but filling it with what content and to what extent becomes important. Balancing between filling up and emptying is all what it is at the end of the day. It is like balancing it on a tight rope and getting it right so as to not fall on either side of the tangling rope is what I try to do day in and day out for the weeks to come by.
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