“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
― L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl
I have been counting my highs and lows this week.
Yes, that's what free time does to you. I haven't had time to think about the trivial things for quite a time now. Needless to mention, I pay a lot of attention to the inconsequential things.
The tiniest of things that do not matter to you, they matter to me. So the next time you cringe at my Instagram profile, I urge you to think twice.
Tell me, have you ever wondered what are the little joys of life?
Cannot think of any? Let me explain.
Do you remember that moment when you first saw your younger sibling? A newborn looking all pink and staring at you with big black eyes.
Or that night when you sat with your best friend watching 'Yeh Jawaani Hain Deewani' over cake and cups of coffee, talking about love and its enigma?
For instance, do you still think of those days when you find the man you love walk towards you? Have you ever tried figuring out why that person can make your day better by just walking towards you?
The little joys of life, I tell you!
While talking about the little joys of life, have you ever wondered how the smile on your mother's face can make you forget all your woes after a long day at work?
For that matter, do you love that moment when you find your cup of coffee still warm and strong?
Do you still feel the flutters and butterflies that your first love gave you? Or that period when you loved going to lectures because your English teacher was absolutely amazing?
Have you ever had a moment when your father read something you wrote or painted and appreciate you for the good work?
Or that incident when you gave your unused clothes to a person with limited means. The joy on that person's face illuminated the joy within you.
I am sure we have moped around in pursuit of healing our broken hearts. Can you still remember the smile on your friend's face after she has gotten herself through a terrible heartbreak?
Of all the joys, we try and remember, we never forget the happiness that our first salary gives us.
Or that day when you go out on a long drive and a sudden rush of rain surprises you. Sometimes, you find an old shoebox full of photographs and polaroids that takes you on a trip of nostalgia.
Your childhood home, the room that once belonged to you, your window and the raindrop dripping on its sill.
Your grandmother and the giggles you share with her; your grandfather and the stories he tells you; the stream near your grandparents' place and the memories it evokes.
The aroma of old books, and the poems you have written in your first journal.
The playful Summers and the solitary Monsoons!
The little joys of life, I tell you!
They are so tiny and almost ignored.
The little joys of life are everywhere. They lie in your memories. They lie here and there. They lie in you.
You just need to take a break and look for them.
