Mr
Masumi's Paperknife
One
of his dearest and precious objects was a sandalwood paperknife I use
to slit all my letters open.
Over
the years me and Mr Masumi exchanged an handful of writings, mostly
postcards filled with his home town illustrations or reports on his
eccentric vacation - some exotic and bizarre experiences and a few
mementos. One of these was his special paperknife, sent to me some
years ago via mail and carefully wrapped in sandy brown crépon
paper. Fastened to itself was a closed envelope begging to be opened
with the knife's help. I could not refrain from envisioning his
little smile sprouting in his face as he thought it all up and maybe
what expectedly could be an explanation about this offering.
This
was the message I found inside:
«My
friend, please accept this old piece of wood. It was given to me back
in my youth, by an irregular visitor traveling from India and I
suppose an old family friend. Its sweet, strong scent is a remnant of
trees best knowledge and purity. Regarded as a gift by ancient
travelers who strove for a piece to bring them luck and confidence.
I'm sure you'll find it enticing as much as they and I did. Use it
once and their ephemeral cells will remain dwelling long after your
memory will care to remember. I've learned to love it as a magical
object. It has awaken me to joy, sorrow, hope and wisdom and that's
why I'm deeply found of it. Take care. Love. Masumi.»
Nothing
was said about the reason why he would be wiling to give away such a
personal and estimated belonging. Therefore I had no alternative other
than accepting.
I've
been using it since that day.
©
2016, José Coelho
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