Little Things

Do you cut your nails very short? If you do, you will definitely know the little annoying pain of that fresh skin underneath, exposed when you go a little over the line. Taken aback at first, it takes time to settle in to the new environment. But till the time it does, that irksome pain can wrench your peace. Little things they say. How they matter?

Maybe they shouldn't. We live in a world where the population is talked about in billions, there are more satellites in space than there are trees in some people's gardens. Asteroids bigger than Earth, stars larger than our Sun and probably so many black holes at the center of such so many galaxies. They all surround us, without us being aware about it. To think of it, we are a part of this colossal, intimidating vastness that is this universe. And we? We are just an infinitely trivial part of it.

Having had such a broader view of things, when we come to think of things, irrelevant small details, musings or vexations should not even begin to mark our concern. Then why does that under nail skin divide our attention? Why do we pay heed to anything frivolous and pointless at all.

Why do we care when someone doesn't return our calls? Why do we fret before meeting certain people. Why do we get happy to have had a chance encounter with someone we like? That warm coffee in the pouring rain, some of your favourite old clothes that you took off from the corners of your cupboard, old letters frayed at the edges with time and those colouring books you had as a child. All those little things, why do they bring you comfort and smile.

 That old song you first kissed to, remember? That message vibrating with your feelings which you never sent across, that old house you grew up in, where you mother cooked all the things you liked, why do they make you numb and speechless.

Maybe those little things in life matter too much to us than we realise. Little by little, one small memory after another they all come together to form a huge chunk of our existence. Momentarily contentment goes a long way too.

Like a clear road with no traffic in the early sun rise hours, your beloved ordering your favourite food without even been asked, an unexpected holiday, the last piece of pizza being saved for you, when your pen dries out at the last full stop of your last exam, these things count too. In their small trifling way they can lift your mood up. Too much to be thankful for. Isn't it?

So what are you thankful for today? For the not so crowded train, for the extension of the deadline or better, for all the little things that have created the timeline of your essential being.