Little Things

Not the one direction “little things”, I mean life’s little things. You know what, that’s an inappropriate title cause I actually want to talk about the big things in life that grow to be little. Just keep reading. I promise I am not going insane! J

 When I was in first grade we used to live opposite this grocery store. It was the typical 1990s Indian store with a metal box that had a glass lid and loads of chocolates in it. At that point of time the costliest chocolate there cost about 20 rupees. And it was something that only the most affluent people could buy or at least that’s how it seemed. I remember feeling a sharp pang of envy every time I saw someone buy a box of it and I promised myself that someday I’ll grow big enough to buy a truck load of them. [That day is yet to come ;) Let’s just move on.] But today my life’s different. We are better off and so now all I check is the expiry date. Albeit that is a good turn of events, it just isn’t the same anymore. An aisle full of chocolates no longer excites a girl who yearned for a tiny box of it. And that to me is really, really sad.

It’s unfair for that to happen, for you to stop appreciating those seemingly big things, for them to become trivial. I know it’s a cycle, that there will always be something else that you want but why is life twisted enough to make little of our big things? Why is it that we forget our promises of being eternally grateful for our first pair of good sneakers? Why is the fulfillment of wishes also the end of them?

It’s only logical for us to fight to be better, to forget past victories and look for new ones. But I often wonder, wouldn’t life be so much easier if we could relish the past and seek the future side by side?

I know it’s hard to look at the bright side when you hit a wall but at the very least look back; look at the last wall you scaled or broke through or something! And remember doubting yourself then; remember making it through and believe you are capable of doing the same, even now.

At the end of the day the little things do matter, they make the biggest differences. Don’t let your new goals usurp the positions of the ones you achieved, just find new places for them.

 So never ever forget how it felt when the first plant (you didn’t kill) flowered, how it felt the first time you swam the whole lap, how it felt to spend your first salary on that mint conditioned action figure, how it felt when you found the perfect hair product, how it felt when your biggest wishes came true. Cause these are the things that are truly worth remembering even with retrograde amnesia.

So, I’d like to give a shout out to Tejashree, the first person to follow my blog. I hope that I never forget the joy you gave me! I hope that I break the curse, that someday if I have pool in my house I actually use it and when its warmth comforts me I hope I remember how chilly the community pool water felt in the winter. I hope to be thankful; eternally.