NostalgiApril: A Series

"If memories could be canned"

Four Walls

 Walls have stories.

Walls keep Memories.

For two years I shared four walls with a friend. In those four walls, I, for the first time learned how to build a Home. Learned adulting and grew up with a friend. The walls have my words and my friend's paintings. Though I know the walls are now white washed and turned into a new canvas for others to make memories. But can one really white wash memories?

The walls have our laughs, our sadness, our heartbreaks, our anxiety, our drunk tales and many random tales of just two friends living. 

These are some of the sticky notes my friend used to leave for me on occasions. Occasions like birthdays, leaving for vacations and occasions on which we fought and used the walls to say sorry. 

At the end of these two years, I brought these notes with me and hung them on my wall at home. So that, someday like every day, the four walls of my childhood grow up into my walls of growing up.