On Second Thought

You look at the dustbin, it's more than just full. The garbage is spilling out, the fan above helping the chocolate wrappers, empty strips of the tablet you took in the morning, the paper you regarded unnecessary and tore away, everything that you threw into that little basket gently glide to different parts of your room. It annoys you, the room needs to be clean. So you pick the bin with one hand, walk out of the door to your backyard and with both hands now, you throw over the filth to the space just behind your house. But all of it doesn't go really. Pieces of paper break away from the heap in mid-air, and float back gently to the backyard. You click your tongue, pick up that paper and just as you are about to throw it over too, you give it a glance.

And what do you see ? What do you think ? Perhaps, I should keep it with me. This isn't garbage. Might be of some use. For some time. For a day or a week, maybe a month, a year ? Maybe not that long. But I shall keep it. So you wipe off the dust that’s settled on the paper, take it inside, and keep it on the table.

Months pass. More such filtered garbage finds a place in your room. Some old ones are eventually thrown away but many more manage to find the way back. You have a folder now, where you keep them all together.

You call it your blog.