The Dustbin Knows Everything

Hi. I’m the dustbin in the corner of your room.

Yes, that one. The one you only remember when I start overflowing like your emotions during sad songs.

You think I just hold trash? Oh please. I hold stories.

Let me introduce myself properly. I’ve swallowed failed diet plans (half-eaten chips packets), broken dreams (crumpled exam papers), and dramatic moments (torn diary pages that said “I hate everyone”). Trust me, I’ve seen more drama than your favorite TV serial.

Every morning, you walk past me like I don’t exist. But by night? Ah, that’s when my shift really begins.

“Thak!” goes the wrapper of your midnight snack.

“Phat!” goes another piece of paper—probably your “new life plan” that lasted 10 minutes.

And don’t even get me started on tissues. So many tissues. Are you crying, sneezing, or just being extra? I never know.

But let me tell you something—humans are very confusing.

One day, you throw away a gift saying, “I don’t need this.”

Next day, you’re digging through me like a detective: “Where did I keep that thing?”

Excuse me? You kept it… in me.

And relationships? Oh ho. I’ve seen breakups happen right above my head.

You tear photos dramatically—“It’s over!”

Five minutes later, you’re picking the pieces back from inside me like, “Maybe not completely over…”

Make up your mind, yaar.

But despite all this chaos, I have a purpose. I take what you don’t want anymore—your mess, your mistakes, your “I’ll never do this again” promises—and I keep them without complaining.

I don’t judge. I don’t question. I just… accept.

Until one day, something strange happened.

You didn’t throw anything into me.

No wrappers. No papers. No tissues.

For the first time, I felt… empty.

At first, I thought, “Wow, finally! Clean life!” But then it hit me—maybe you’re not throwing things away anymore… you’re just keeping everything inside.

And honestly? That scares me more than any garbage ever could.

So tonight, when you stand there holding that crumpled paper or that silly regret—just throw it in.

Don’t worry.

I can handle your mess.

After all… that’s what I’m here for.