That something special

Parul tagged me about this. An object that I've had forever or at least that has a special place in my heart and which I will never part with.

In the good old days when DD and I were dating, DD WAS a romantic. Or maybe he was trying really hard to make sure that my attention never got diverted. Whatever.

Throughout our first year together I was constantly wooed. Small notes left where I would find them while studying or inside my notebook. Gifts hidden all over the room on my birthday. A flower bought every time we went out. A plethora of cards everytime we fought. Sketches of me while I was sleeping.

Over the year, these declarations of love kept accumulating. Obviously they had a very mushy effect on me. So when DD went to New York as part of his summer job and asked me what I wanted, I already knew. A scrapbook. To store everything he'd given me. Remember that we had not yet seen two winters together.

And true to his word, he brought me a gorgeous big scrapbook back from the Big Apple. It's blue and has a huge smiling sun on the cover. He wrote our names in gold glitter (yes, yes it's very cheesy, I know). Then began the task of putting everything in the scrapbook. And there it is to this day. I carry it with me from place to place - Ahmedabad, Bombay, London, and now Singapore.

It's safe to say that after we had seen two winters together, I never got much material for the scrapbook! So, whenever in the midst of our busy lives I need reminding of a magical time of our lives, I open my scrapbook and it takes me far away to a very special place.