“Jiyaaaaaaaaa……. Come down. This minute.”
Her mother shouted out for the umpteenth time.
“What is it mummy?” She looked irritated because she had to switch off the cartoon she was watching.
“How many times do I have to call you? Look at yourself. Have you looked into your room yet? From the minute you came you are watching tv. C’mon enough. Go inside and clean up your junk. Whatever remains, I will throw away. Understood?”
Both the mother and daughter knew alike that nothing would happen. The moment Jiya took out an old book or a toffee wrapper, she would get lost in the stories and thoughts related to it. What the mother called junk, was a bunch of memories for the daughter.
My friend Leo and I are writing on the same theme for the AtoZ2015. The word for the alphabet J that we've chosen is Junk. Thanks for stopping by and do let me know what you thought about my story before you hop away :)
Mission Cleaning Up