Saturday, November 13, 2010
Today, we carried an old drawer out of our house, placing it at the place where old furniture is to be taken away to be dumped or recycled.
This drawer is beige-brownish in colour, turning a little yellow. With a door with a spoilt hinge which makes its right door jar out a little.
This drawer, is older than me; being made from a tree that once existed before I was born.
This drawer is a piece of furniture that was bought before my parents brought me into this world.
It's not my drawer. It's been in my sister's room ever since we moved here. This drawer is a drawer that the maid uses to keep her clothes and stuff.
So why am I so attached to it?
Humans have a strange attachment to the things that are familiar to them.
I am attached to it... perhaps because it was part of the memories of my childhood.
Back when i was a baby. Baby powder, lotion, my rattle toy and such were stored in it. Heck, even my pacifier was stored there. It was the drawer on the right side of my crib.
Even though I was probably too young to notice it, I eventually grew to recognise my surroundings.
I often tried to reach stuff that were on the drawer, being small then, of course i couldn't reach high enough. I might have even wondered what was on top of the drawer, further fueling the drive for curiosity then.
I grew to become a toddler. I grew to like the woody smell of the drawer. Being able to open the lower drawer doors, I was always greeted by the sweet, pungent comforting smell of baby powder and lotion.
The taller I grew, the easier it was for me to climb onto the top of the drawer.
eventually, i was able to lift myself and sit on top (with much effort). I believed I was at the top of the world (or at least the room).
Then i got older, other thoughts kept me pre-occupied and I forgot about the drawer. I just regarded it as "another piece of furniture" for years...
Until today that is...
I opened the empty drawer, there still lingers the phantom woody, sweet and pungent smell.
We left it at the void deck, near the dumping area. It's still there, it will be gone a few hours or days later.
The space once occupied by the old drawer in our home stands a new cherry coloured wooden drawer.
signing off.
Call Of The Wild at 8:48 PM