The joy of finding

I blow the dust off the book and turn the long ignored pages. And suddenly there's the train ticket from a journey of which I only have fond memories. Or the receipt for a souvenir paid in a foreign currency. Its a joy to find these - one of the few pure joys still left.

Apparently the medium of these discoveries has expanded with changing times. I was cleaning multiple layers of digital dust from my save-and-forget Firefox bookmarks and found the link to my old webpage. Along with that came a photo snapped at London Tower Bridge on a rainy afternoon of 2006. I hate rains but I look happier in that photo.