Every piece with its magic!

Just like Sting's song which goes as 'Every little thing she does is magic', every piece of decorative piece that my parents had arranged and safeguarded in the living room cabinet all these years carry with them a figment of history of my childhood. It looks like each piece had imbibed upon it a piece of my life.
Perusing them during my last visit to my parents' home opened the floodgate to the avalanche of nostalgic memories.....

Riddled with scars of the test of time, this chick in spite of its cracking battle wounds of the ticking clock, it is still standing strong apathetic to its surroundings. In its lifetime, it had witnessed many a chance. The 70s, 80s, Y2K, the digital era and so on. Got this piece of pencil sharpener as a token after getting many 'brownie points' for good attendance at Sunday School. Yes, I went to Sunday School. I made me neither a believer nor a non but only enriched to appreciate the fact we are still  groping in the dark about the Truth. We go on making our rules as we go on or justify our actions by interpreting the old scripture as how we deem fit and suitable to our needs.

The sharpener contraption have long fallen off. I had another chick in my list of property. It was supposed to be my piggy bank. Only thing was that it was not a pig and it was made of cheap plastic (not much of a bank). My sisters thrive on my thrifty savings by cannulating out small changes out of the flimsy self made aperture at regular intervals without my knowledge until one squealed on the other when their comradeship hit a sour note once. Then I changed my hiding place to a compartment under a plastic mold of Lord Muruga. Unfortunately, 'Lord Muruga' was not much of a protector as my dough kept disappearing!

This herd of elephants may just a few years younger than me. The herd used to be bigger though. The golden elephants lost another adult member due to breakage. The grey-pink herd lost their mother and two other siblings.

Over the years, the coral had shrunk in size. After all, it had graced our household for almost half an century through thick and thin. Time, however, had not altered its bleached white hue.

This streak of tigers were presented to us by Auntie (Indra Shan) back in the 70s to satisfy Appa's taste for glass menagerie. I was particularly fascinated with the cub whose stripes inscribed an 'A' on its body!

Only memories... The gentleman in the centre, David, was born on the same date and year some 10,000km apart. David, born in England, decided to stay in Malaysia after completing his tour of duty here. They developed a bond which lasted until his demise last year.