Old Forgotten Box
“Mommy, what’s that box???”, asked Raima in her innocent voice.
I looked up from the box I was unpacking to see what my little one was inquiring about.
Raima who was, unlike us, thoroughly enjoying the process of unpacking and settling in our new place, pointed to an old brown box.
Just a glance at it and I recognized that box which I hadn’t opened since ages.
“That’s my box of memories”, I said with a weak nostalgic smile as I opened the box and all the forgotten memories came rushing back with tears escaping my eyes.
This post is written for the Five Sentence Fiction Prompt- Forgotten
I love exploring boxes full of memories! Nice story. ♥
Me too. Thanks Kathy 🙂
Nice story, Nibha. Memories, sometimes does bring out tears. Well expressed.
Very nice – I have a couple of boxes like that myself. 🙂
Ahh the box of memories 🙂 Some forgotten , some tucked away in a corner
Boxes of memories can indeed hold tears though laughter too. 😉 I have both when I look at my box of ‘old’ photos – the days before digital cameras! – some are funny and amusing, some sad…such a potpourri of emotions! <3
Boxes are so much fun to open and rummage through.
So many of us have memory boxes. Scraps of paper, old clothes, they never grow old. My mother is 84 and we go through some of her things and it is always enjoyable. The fact that she is giving them away is sad.
There’s warmth in the narrative 🙂 Coincidentally I wrote a poem titled “The Memory Box” only last week!!
Thanks. Welcome to Expressions. Do leave a link for the poem. Would love to read it 🙂
Lovely but at my vast age I have a suitcase full of memories. Plenty to explore there for me.
Keep exploring! Memories are the best treasure to explore. Welcome here.