“He’s opening me up. Now he’ll take out all the stuff on top of me and fill me over with those and additional stuff. It’s suffocating. I hate it when he does that.”
“I feel I’m tossed up and down. I can’t see or breathe.”
“There, I can see a small patch of light. He is opening me up once again. I guess it means we have made the journey and reached the destination. It’s totally disgusting when his hands grope my insides. Thankfully, he decides what he wants quickly.”
A luggage’s emotions are forgotten in the multitude of journeys.
Sundry Scribblings 
Very unique and interesting! Nice to meet you and I hope to see you around.
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Thank you, Parul. Nice to meet you too. Will visit your blog soon 🙂
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“A luggage’s emotions are forgotten in the multitude of journeys.” – very well said, Sree.
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Thanks, Ashu! 🙂
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Awesome Sree! Indeed we never look out for them and toss them here and there many times!
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Thanks, Keerthi! Yeah, we are all guilty of that!
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Yes that’s true. We often stuff things like mad. And if luggage had been a living thing it would have died infinite times.
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Oh yes, that would certainly have happened. Thanks, Geethica!
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Innovative. So true, everyone has to live for what they are even if they dont like to
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Yeah, that’s what life is. You live in the hope that you want to be ‘someone’ but then destiny may think otherwise. Thanks, Ravi!
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