That's it. One pull through a nail, that's all it took for a story to meet its end. After all these years of pushing, pulling, snatching, cuddling, kicking, toiling along, all it took was a nail at a corner.
It all started back when a carefree senior from a highschool passed out and was suddenly exposed to the life that never looked back upon him. Timid, shattered he went to a new world. Unknown faces, anonymous beings shook him to his core. More than the loss of superiority was the emergence of an unfamiliar emotion called homesickness. Crying out loud among strangers who held themselves quite strong would certainly not be a masculine behaviour. He held the luggage bag, still chained and sobbed cuddling it to sleep. It somehow reminded him of home. That day he learnt two things, that from now, he was on his own and the luggage wasn't really waterproof.
With in months the phase passed and he found comfort. With every new friend he made he knew it would occupy a little more room inside the luggage, when he comes back from home. 'Snacks from home', one can't imagine its value hadn't had they ever been to a hostel before.
Holidays were great, childhood friends, festivals, family, a platoon of joy was exciting enough to care about the luggage. He would pull it rough, run along, toppling it a couple of times till he saw his parents waiting for him at the airport.
Always at a corner, the luggage saw a world around it. Everytime he went sad or happy, and drank the cheap college goer liquor, may be spilled over it at times, it remembers. Or may be when he went through a break up and remained furious most of the times; he punched and kicked and lifted the luggage as weights in order to passage his anger, it helped.
Life took a turn soon and knocked at the door. The fairytale was over , the world more mysterious awaits. Tagged graduated he was done for now. The superiority and lack of belonging faded again, timid and shattered he crumbled. This one was going to be tougher. Finding a job helping the finances of
the family is no childsplay. As he boarded the cab saying one final goodbye to his friends he couldn't stop himself, he was broken into multiple pieces, layers of emotion took over the false pride of masculinity and he broke down in tears. The flight arrived, hostel to home one last time, baggage no. 1 or 2 he didn't remember. Although it hardly matter, his luggage would always show up the last on the baggage belt. The excitement of rushing out and witnessing his parents waiting outside was gone. He is a man now, a responsible man. Prepared for the world and the battles to be fought.
Years later, he was going on a trip with his best friend from college. The old luggage bag was still there at a corner. Chained, untouched for years. Timid and shattered from inside it waited for one last pull and that's when and how it happened.
You were destined to travel, travel with people longing to make memories. You didn't cover much on the scale but you certainly exceeded what you were meant to do. I wept on you, I cuddled you to sleep, I sat on you, I kicked you with anger, I pulled you rough and I pushed you hard, and you didn't complain, you took it all. You took care of me in a way no one can imagine. You are done now.
But I promise when I narrate these stories to my children, despite being unnoticed for all these years, you will definitely be an integral part of it. Infact....
its your story.