We open a book, we love something stated by someone; we bookmark it, we leave reading the book in the middle and want to open the same page the next time we open that book; we put a bookmark in it. Bookmarks make us relive the moments we loved or we paused at.
We have heard several times that “Life is a book”, and to this I would like to add that “Life is a book with several bookmarks in it”. My life is a book which has quite a large number of bookmarks in it. Those bookmarks are the relationships I have in my life and every bookmark of my life has its own sweet name. They have their distinguished characteristics and serve an immensely important purpose.
Mumma: she marks the time when I wanted a friend badly, the times when I was very sad and she was all that I had. She marks the time when I felt I own this world, the times when I wanted to showoff my achievements to someone, the time when I wanted breeze to blow for me, rain to quench my thirst, sun to soak my gloomy mood. This is one of those bookmarks in this book which always starts a new story. She stayed right there to say that she is waiting for me to say something, when the only thing I said was I don’t want to talk. She is the one who I always want to be by my side whilst my stay on this earth. In other words she is not just a bookmark but she is the creator..oops I mean the writer of this book… J
Papadi: ahhh…the bookmark which opened the pages of my life when I was a child. It takes me to the times when I always said that I want to be like my father, when I needed an expert advice, when I thought of building my own paradise. He marks the times when I wanted someone to take my side, when I wanted to show off to my friends that I have an iron man in my life.
Pai: opening the page of the book or rather pages of the book when I really wanted to fight for something stupid, when I wanted to buy that very expensive sweater, when I wanted something very stylish, when I thought of my career, when I wanted to play games, when I wanted to cry for something really stupid in life, when I wanted to confess something. He bookmarks the most important pages of my life; in fact he is one of my favorite bookmarks I have in my life.
Commoner: Saving the best for the last, this bookmark marks the stages when I needed a mentor, a guide, when I needed a shoulder to cry, when I wanted a punching bag to cool down my anger, when I wanted to sip coffee without any reasons, when I was left alone in life, when I wanted an ear to just hear to what I say, when I wanted to shout. The times when I had to share my deepest secrets, when I wanted to cry for the reason that I am feeling stressed. The best part I remember is the time; when this commoner entered my life and spelled my name correctly, at that very moment this marked one of my favorite pages of this book.
The memories I live, when I open the pages being bookmarked; are the ones none could ever replace. The times these bookmarks appear in the life of this book titled “the unknown traveler” are countless. The life of this traveler would have been a manuscript if it wouldn’t have the bookmarks in it.
