Trunk Tales

Every trunk has a tale to tell... 
Trunks are an integral part of  all those who serve the country in uniform.Hopping from one station to another, these black boxes are no less than the ones that are found in airplanes.Hidden in it are innumerable tales that they safely safeguard. 
They usually tend to retire as one retires.. 
But the lady wives have this strange devotion to these metal storage systems and try whole heartedly to conserve them till their last breadth..if not all, then at least a few. 
....in the process take pain to make it a part of their living rooms by some quirky DIY's ;) or whatsoever. 
Here is mine.. Adorning the centre stage of our living room is one of those black boxes, to which I was introduced to when I joined my husband at Dehradun after marriage.The tough got tougher as it took us from one station to another. First the two pair of hands that banged it open and shut gradually became four.. But it never relented. From the uniform to the baby blanket.. It served all. 
Thus after my husband's retirement from uniformed services,I display two of them very proudly with a little makeover in our living room. The centre stage is shared by the robust one, which we call as Our Coffee Table.Pages specially picked up from bengali magazines like Desh and Nobokollol have been used to prim it up. The trunk top has innumerable bengali poems roughly cut and bordered with coffee stain(for a good read of few). The body has on it pasted some nice and thoughtful words and phrases. Cardboard,acrylic paints and varnish have also been integrated in it's makeover. 
The next in the series is another macho man who fondly took care of my very own collection of sarees for the past 32 years .Thus,this is the femininity that it adorns now... Spray painted and stenciled with wall putty, white cement and fevicol, it's the show stopper of the house.
The family everyday weaves innumerable tales sitting around it...some of which even these trunks as we called them ,would have been a witness to ....the tales that we tell today. 
My world my way. 


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