The torn candy wrappers, paper bits, pencil ends, estranged coins, rounded pebbles, shells and old photographs were a part of the old wooden box that was kept under the bed. A trip to new lands, walks in the park and weekends at grandparents’ house made the box heavier.
I grew up and the box now holds the smell of dried flowers, oil pastels, travel diaries, black and white photographs, comic strips, bookmarks, poems, bucket lists, life’s chapters and dreams. What remains intact is the stirring feeling to put every moment wrapped up in a tiny bundle; when opened in years to come, infuses me with nostalgia and becomes my ultimate salvation.
Over the years, I have swayed my feet more, seen the world closer, conversed in silence, framed the nature, wandered with melodies, read the unforgettable pages and met the extraordinary souls; the souvenirs that still linger in the wooden box.
Now, the box lay open for the world to see, for I have chosen to set the words free. The perfect piece of my life’s puzzle, here I am writing, playing and expressing with words.
I am Devika Sisodia and this is my World of Words.