Memories of the broken pot...

There are things that matter you, the same things that are just crap for others. You keep them with you no matter what comes. Days pass, but still those remain with you. You never let go of them. It may be a grand object or it may be something that is too trivial to have any value. But despite that you keep it as your most valued possession. It may be a pen, an old music record, a toy that people would sneer at to see a grown up guy having it, or even a piece of paper with something scribbled on it. Whatever it is, you never part with that. It is so because they evoke memories that you do not want to part with. They make you remember times you really longed for. Times when someone loved you. Times that you could never forget. Times that would put a smile on your face. Times that would make your eyes brim with tears. Times with unforgotten memories, muffled with sweet voices and of smells still tingling your senses and of people you crave for the most. So what's crazy on my part to have a broken pot?