Sundays were never meant for tidying up cupboards, but when you really cant figure out anything in there, you've got to do the needful.

You decide to attack the drawers first. Out come all the knick-knacks you have been storing up for years, that horrendous bracelet which was "in" then, "out" now, but what goes "out" comes "in", so you keep it.

Next some college I-Cards. Well, you are not going to need them but you know, no harm in letting them be. To add to it, you have one of a friend too, who had given it to you for some reason, you forgot you had it and she thought she had lost it, so she applied for another one. After all that trouble you were not going to tell her you had it :)

Loads of birthday cards with all sorts of pretty things written about you. Ever wondered how people realise your goodness on your birthdays only ;) Anyway, better keep these cards as proof.

Snaps, lots n lots, memories frozen on paper. Your family, friends, places. Each photo has its own story.
Hostel life, birthday celebrations at 12 am, chatting away on anything ranging from politics, religion, marriage to ghost stories (best narrated at night) till the wee hours of the morning. Most of the girls in the snaps are married now, some engaged. Wonder if we will ever stand together like that again, probably not.

By the time you come to the last snap, you have done nothing to improve the state of affairs in the cupboard, and finally you shove everything back in, as is, maybe a bit more organised, but its going to take a lot more Sundays and a firm resolve not to gloss over the snaps, to say ok I am done with this thing they call a cupboard.