My family thinks that I am crazy. No matter what I do, they always think that I am completely crazy. Now I can’t do anything about this. I still remember the day when my daughter was born, I remember being in the hospital till late and reading the newspaper after coming home.

Somehow on an impulse I saved the newspaper on that day. Ever since then, every year, I save the newspaper on my daughter’s and son’s birthday. It is just a record of what happened on their birthdays every year. I feel a kind of hold, a kind of connect with the time gone by.

I have all the newspapers methodically in a file. Now I know what happened in the world on my daughter’s ninth birthday and on my son’s sixth birthday. I just know it. I can open the file any time and have a look.

My family says that I have crossed all stages of being sensible. Now tell me- what’s so insensible about it? I just want to feel the special days in my life and if I save the newspaper- what’s the harm in that. I do everything myself. I don’t expect anything from anyone.

I strongly feel that we should keep something that always reminds us our children’s growing up years. It can be anything. It can be pictures, their used up things or even newspapers. I find it very tender and warm. On lonely evenings, I just open the file and read my daughter’s thirteenth birthday newspaper all over again. It is very important. Afterall it was the day when my daughter became a teenager.

No matter what my family says I will always keep on doing this. I love this and feel there is nothing crazy about it.

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

The ‘common man’ opened the file and saw the newspaper on his son’s first birthday. He remembered it was the day when a new museum opened in the city. He saw the picture in newspaper and felt happy.