I don't even remember owning this pen.

He shook his head wonderingly, picking up the red Parker pen from the sandy beach. The signature silver clip attached to the pen's body was still gleaming. It caught the sun's light, blinding him for a second.

A few steps later, a swiss army knife lay abandoned.

If the screw driver is slightly twisted...then this used to be my uncle's knife. He once skinned a gazelle with it...

A half buried 25 paisa coin caught his eye next. The sand almost hid it completely. He dusted it off, pocketing it.

They stopped making 25 paisa coins, 16 years ago...I wonder who dropped this here....

His musing was interrupted a wave crashing near his feet. A puny, tame one.

A WWF wrestler doll floated by him. Randy Orton was missing his plastic right arm.

I remember when Saadi cried after losing this one...had to buy two ice-creams to shut him up...

"DID YOU FIND MY CELLPHONE YET?" The female voice seemed to descend from the heavens itself. Disembodied. Sonorous.

He wanted it to go away.

Finding lost things is not always about the destination; that one thing you were searching for. Sometimes, the journey is the best part. Finding things along the way, that you weren't looking for.

"NOT YET." He finally replied. "THERE'S A WHOLE LOT OF COUCH STILL LEFT THOUGH...WE'LL FIND IT..."

Author's Note:

(Word Count: 200)

Inspired by "The Island Of Lost Things" in Peter Pan books.

Also inspired by a real-life; Couch-Turned-Lost-Island.

Objects mysteriously disappear around it...

Whenever I complain that I have lost my creativity in a business school, my brother tells me to search in the Couch Of Lost Things....

I tell him to search for his brains in there....