Dear Kalika,

             We’ve known you for a long time now. Some of us have known you since your beginning. We’ve had the delight of travelling through countries and continents with you. Hung up with different attachments. Placed on new shelves. You pack and unpack us with hopes of keeping our time with you. We’re not magical you know, but after a history with you, it seems almost believable.

             We hold your footsteps and faded histories you so desperately wish to preserve. Your first kiss, your first family, your first song. Although some of us sit with year old scars and ink gone old, you seem to see no difference. Your own time machines, born from moments, forever lost. We hope you know you can’t go back. Some people don’t come back. Some homes don’t get remade. Some times can only be lived and never re-lived.

             But the world is alive. We are alive. Because we have and hold so much of the world, and because we will continue to do so, long after our time with you. You are ours as much as we are yours. And we are glad to know we were loved and cherished in our time with you. We’ll be glad to tell the world that we were loved in the most important way that we can be loved. We hope you live with time, never against it. Because you’re only human.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Lots of love,                                                                                                                             yours truly,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Objects