The Little Things

Have you ever wished that time would stop and everything around you would move in slow motion and come to a stand still.Have you ever seen a feather falling gracefully, dropped by a bird in flight.Ever felt lonely and lost in a huge crowd, wondering what you're doing in this place at this time.Have you stopped by to smell a flower laden with fresh dew.Stop,turn and look around you ,at the little things that go unnoticed, just because you don't have time. These little things,though very trivial may seem meaningless.But years from now when you're old , there will come a time when you'll feel like remembering the times that made you happy,the small stuff that made you smile, and then you'll feel empty that you don't have anything to remember .So now is the time to stop from the mad rush, slow down look around, let things be...

Every weekend I have been going out shopping,hogging and to the malls.That sort of gave some happiness to me.Trying out a hundred dresses ,ending up buying one, seeing the bill would give me goosebumps..but would still buy it. Now my friends are all away on vacation, some busy with their married lives,..and am writing this blog just to stop feeling lonely.And now all those little things that gave me momentary happiness, made me smile for a while,keep flashing before my eyes.Just closing my eyes takes me back to the time,i walked on the beach,the smell filling the air, the moist sand beneath my feet,..can see my cousins at a distance making sand castles,mom and aunt sitting on the shore talking about us kids. I race my sister to the other end of the shore..we run arms spread out with wind beneath our wings.

I think of the time when i went out with a friend on  short walk..that seemed long..every minute and every moment was special and now when i think of it i do nothing but smile..When i walked back in the rain from office,drenched and cold,..not a worry that i'll end up sick.It was mesmerising walking in the dimly lit lane leading to my hostel.the smell of the mud,the touch of drops on my skin,the sound of the falling rain, seeing the droplets on the trees was a treat to all my senses.Sitting on the old park bench,watching kids play..swinging
high..

The long bus journeys with my friend..to an ngo we used to go.Not just there..we would go every weekend aimlessly those were the days..When i would sing in the shower,blowing bubbles in the air..while cleaning my stuff when i would find old pictures,greeting,toys..listening to my favorite tracks on my player..staring at the ceiling endlessly ..those late nights of endless texting ..The first sip of wine..the warm feeling it gave..and the endless laughter that followed..Those train journeys,when i would stand near the door..waving at those village kids..smiling in all innocence..those advices from mum and dad..heart to heart talks with my sister..late night birthday celebrations..ordering pizzas at hostel.making a mess and licking off all the cheese..and million other memories and things..

I miss them..but these little things have come a long way with me..So take time to stop and see things around you,..they may seem ordinary to you..but extraordinary things happen in ordinary ways..So enjoy the little things in life, for one day you'll look back and realize they were the big things...