The Little Things

The little Things

-In one of the many Gatherings where we sat with the Masjid’s  Imam was where I was made to ponder upon how much work goes into the food that we get on our table. Not just the cooking part, all the farmers that worked day and night the various merchants it met on the way to your local store, all this usually goes neglected. Think about the efforts of the countless people who served as a medium just to get those plates filled with sustenance, 3 times a day.

-Sometimes when I am unoccupied, I lie down and look up at the ceiling and think to myself, how many people can afford seeing what I am seeing now? The answer is indeed surprising. Be grateful.

-During winter Holidays I almost always woke up to the recitation of the Qur’an; the old man always sat on the terrace and read in a voice that was loud and melodious. God bless such neighbours.

-I believe the forbidden forest in harry potter has the potential to be a place of solace, for the calm of minds. Why do I say this? Let’s head to Bhowali a small town in Uttrakhand, more precisely to Dugani a tiny village on the outskirts of Bhowali. On a joint family stay there one night the relatives decide on a late night’s trek through the mountainous jungle that was all around. My two travel loving cousins and I were at the forefront of the lot braving through bushes, slanted earth and the beautiful darkness. A few minutes later we found ourselves at a place where the tunnel of trees above gave way for the moon to shine down all of its generosity onto us on that clear June night. The elders had started heading back from way behind, the older of our cousins said we should head back, but the rest of us found it impossible to move our footing. The forest canopy above which the mild clouds, above which the pitch dark sky was, wherein the Full moon was telling us stories of the many passersby, in the language of the soothing chilly wind that kissed our sweater clad bodies ever so gently. It told us of the passion of those who dare to brave through forests to end up at sights worth the feels. Tears of joy.

-Woke up, did not know what day it was, so I decided to keep it that way. What I felt that day was probably what people felt around 2000 years back. The very essence of time, its non existence.