Letter to Little Things

Little Things,

You are so little that I must attempt to point out who you are, for there is a big chance that even you are not aware of who you are, how great you are. You are the night that promises a delayed morning, you are the breakfast comprising the perfect gooey cheesy mushroomy omlette. You are the coffee that is served by someone else, yet, perfect in its black flavour. You are the outfit that suits smartly and the hair that is shining and wavey. And the like. You get it now, don't you? You are the air no one ever sees.

Little things, I know you are not used to being brought into public in this loving manner (because somewhere I am not used to too), but really, what would I be without you? The pair of very blue denim that fits like second skin, yet dazzles up a caressing white shirt on a day of wanting to appear special, the ear-rings which have the devil's detail of a hint of turquoise ornamenting the ordinary, the pickle which spices up a day of extreme dull weather, the clay cup holding the rain water mixed roadside tea, the dollop of butter generously patting a peasant's meal of rice and boiled potatoes -- you are everything that makes anything a something. Something special.

You are the smile that is shared on a mirror between the one who drives, and the one who rides, without one word exchanged in between. I have often failed to understand many great concepts of life, like how a bridge is made, or how curd is set, how thermocol is used for insulation and how, an entire film script is written down shot-by-shot. In those moments of mayhem, the affection a tolerant, understanding heart offers, is you. You are that which makes living bearably beautiful.

But most of all, you are great because you are not one, but many, which make you individual, together. You are the gesture of a friend leaving a tube on the other side so that I could avail mine earlier, you are the kindness that a friend packs in a brownie box, and when she fetches me dinner as I stay put inside a hotel room out of fear of dogs. You are stories told when demanded. You are the best thing in the world, the most precious. And if I am with someone it is because of you. If I am without, it is again you. You are the rain that reigns on the soul and melts the heart.

Of all things you are, you are hardly little,

K.