Searching through the closet of memories, something held me ajar. A box full of happiness, closed since time immemorial. I heaved with some astonishment at it. The color stood still and even the polish, like the day I wore it last. The night stood still as if it was just here. I Pondered over the freshness of the scene that was here once again . The smiles, the individuals, and that ornament waved again. That object of desire was affront and I fell in love with its presence. “Watch out” said he just before catching me while turning the sides of a saree I wore. Before I knew, that musical tinkle was donned into my hands. Ah! The nostalgia. Valid it doesn’t seem but is my heartbeat. Today, the hand is no longer here but I still own these chime of memories. These bangles of love.