My Little Things

Little notes , little talks , little smile , little gestures of concern and care, little palm touching your face and caressing your hair. All these little things are not just little , they are the big little things that makes you who you truly are . Be it in delight or despair , little things and never barely there .

The kitchen is my chat spot . I sit there on the table top and have little conversations with my mom as she cooks and I get to know about her childhood and experience. Laughing at my family's childhood tales is my favourite part. It was these little talks that bonded us . She toils everyday and to make her a cup of chai when I'm at home gives me joy. She surprises me with new recipes and little things. For instance , last year on Children's Day she sent me a tiny note with Chinese noodles for lunch that nearly laid tears in my eyes , it was something totally unexpected.

Despite a long day , most of the days I get to hear a bedtime story from my dad , for years together till date .Sometimes even before he could finish the story I'll doze off. We play hide and seek , Catch - that's my favourite, we run and run and run and it ends up being an unplanned workout.

My sister is extremely talented and approachable .We enjoy those little secrets that we keep , and she has always been my lab rat who ate all that I've cooked and baked without the slightest twitch in her eyebrows , very encouraging , isn't she ? We can confide in eachother. However , our bond is incomplete without some mocks and whacks . Nevertheless, it's always filled with love.

After many years of being together , it was time for me to shift to a new school for my 8th grade . It was the usual scenario of tears and it wasn't easy to bid goodbyes to friends I've known for years . My best friend wrote a letter with the shabbiest handwriting and language close to gibberish. Who knew I'll treasure and laugh at it for years together.

Don't u dare judge the silver hair ! My granddad is an amazing cook . He is unbelievable, he prepared lunch for almost a month when I shifted to Chennai . Believe it or not I probably had close to 10 varieties of potato fry and everyday it was different, he had his own explanation for every recipe . Undoubtedly I got sick of it , but right now it sounds funny . Sometimes , especially on a Sunday he'll call me over and serve the best of his menu that exhibits his culinary skills - ' Thatha's Thattu Idly ' . Even without saying a word, he'll parcel me my most favourite 'Halwa' ! That gesture is sweeter .

These are some of my little things that is forever cherish able , better said-costless luxuries. Little acts of kindness certainly lightens the heart , you will never know the joy it imparts . So why don't you take that little step to do a little something that could mean everything to somebody . Just a little more to make a difference to a lot more.