....Pain comes in multiple packages...

The weekend is here..the one I was dreading the entire week...entire month..in fact for the past 11 months..

Packing has got to be one of the worst tasks that was developed as a result of the want to improve one's livelihood, or due to the dire need to change one's lifestyle....and house...

It's a cumbersome, boring and an extremely tiring job ..specially for women. We tend to have things proportional to the area in which we live. So if there is a bigger room or house, our possessions multiply accordingly. Every-time we go shopping, we unfailingly manage to spot another beauty that would fit perfectly well in a corner that is already blessed with four or five other smiling artifacts..and we then sigh seeing the amount of stuff waiting to be stored away...yet the story repeats..again ..and again...

Also our sentimental nature keeps us from throwing away almost anything..however old, tattered or meaningless..just when you think you managed to do a good work cleaning up, a memory pops up its head, in a form that is no longer treasured or errrmm ....recognizable....

But I've learnt to live with that trait....coz it's complimented with another quality..the quality to plan..not the purchases but organizing the packing..

I made a list of everything which I absolutely and definitely won't need to use immediately, in order of preference and importance, and decided to start packing from the top.

In the process I made an important discovery. The maximum amount of time that I spend with any of the things I own is when I'm packing or unpacking them, for the simple reason that I don't even know I possess them for the rest of the year..there were things from my school hostel, university lab work, old friends, torn phone bills, post-it-notes with shopping lists scribbled on them, pens and highlighters with dried ink [i'm a stationary junkie!], various badges for charity work, little souvenirs and gifts from people which are way too ugly to keep yet again[just to make them happy], calculators [which are now historic and probably have an antique value], empty nail polish bottles, millions and millions of teeny weeny free face creams, masks, body mists, hand and nail creams, face wash, scrubs, toothpaste tubes, etc etc collected over the various shopping trips, which added to the numbers of my other significantly large belongings..

Finally, the boxes were brought out, the bags we pulled out of the storage space..and the long-avoided, much-awaited ordeal began..

I took a deep breath and opened the doors to my treasures...the result....

Whatever was neatly kept inside my wardrobes and drawers now occupies a unique shiny spot outside...in the exact form and pile size as before...

Magic? or did my planning just pinch me hard?