There is something called standard work, but

To the Son- Doors of Time

Excitement was building…
His Almirah was open…

…I took the opportunity and snuck in…
A gun, some nice pens, suits, smells of naphthalene balls and warm soft wool…
and a new surprise; a collection of old coins and stamps handed down from his elder brother…
…a box of joy and memories….

You never know what you find…all you need is go looking!

While the Doors of Time on the Almirah are open…go, make the journey.

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