I always had a penchant for collections. It is not something costly. I collect very simple things and keep them with me. I don’t know why but they give me a sense of security. I feel that somehow I have still held the reins of time that has gone by in my hands.

I have collected every single bus ticket that I have purchased in my life. I have collected every single movie hall ticket, museum entry ticket that I have purchased in my life. I have kept them all safe in my cupboard.

As a child I used to feel very excited whenever my mom would take me and my sister to some place on a bus. The bus rides have a very special place in my heart. It was then that I started collecting bus tickets.

When I grew up, I started going to watch movies with my friends. I used to save my pocket money to purchase the ticket. The ticket was my hard earned luxury and I could never feel like throwing it away. So I started collecting movie tickets also. The same goes for tickets to museums and rides.

Sometimes I open my box and look at all those pieces of paper that make you eligible to enter a place. It’s so strange. As a kid, I used to dream about all these things and finally those dreams are fulfilled. I have all these tickets to always remind me that yes- dreams do get fulfilled.

My wife calls me a hoarder. She says that this is some kind of disease with some medical name. I don’t know about that but now after coming so far, I don’t think that I can ever leave this habit. This has become a part and parcel of my life. My tickets are very precious to me.

Today me and my family are planning to go for a movie. I am eagerly looking forward to that. Today new tickets will become part of my box. I am happy.

Let me take your leave now. Please take care. Bye.

The ‘common man’ looked at the movie ticket in his hand and felt the same feeling he felt when his mom brought him to a movie hall for the first time years ago. He felt the same goose pumps, the same thrill and the same sense of being alive. Indeed- life was good.