The Small Things In Life

Do you recall the post where I emphasized on my love for receiving gifts on birthdays from the time I was a fetus? YES A FETUS! But as years passed and as I aged, Birthdays became more frivolous and I started behaving aloof towards it. Now more than the gifts the thought that goes into something is what really matters to me and when Bigshot got us that non-dairy, eggless birthday cake which we ended up never touching, he also got me a birthday card. And I’m the kind of person who loves a personal note, a long handwritten letter and even a birthday card filled with hand scribbled  writings. So you can guess my disappointment when I received the card with nothing written on it and the moment he saw my loooooong face he told me that he is going to give it to me tomorrow once he decides on what to write on it.

Bigshot is never good with words, I mean he does speak fluently but you can never expect to get a precisely articulated letter from him. If he gets a paper and pen to write either he will write down his goals for the week in office or some referral material for studying or god forbid a really horrific graphic sketch. So what my expectation from the card was to get a simple ‘To Geeth” “From V”, nothing more and nothing less.

You see, I’ve this beautiful space in our house where I keep all the greeting cards I received and whenever I look at the space, I feel happy about it. While I feel happy about looking at most of them, however this year’s birthday card stood out of place because I knew that he is a bastard who doesn’t have anything written on him and there would be nobody to claim him if he is ever lost. He is just a blank card anyone can take ownership of and gift it to any random person.!!

Days had passed and every time we were sitting on the couch watching television I stare at the card and remind Bigshot to put the card out of his misery and write something on it. And the rebel that he is, if he is asked to do something he will delay it till the time I explode in anger into tiny pieces of tiny me to crawl all over his body like an army of ants and pinch him till it hurts. And neither I felt like using the reverse psychology on him this time nor the simple nag and make him crack method. All I wanted was him to think on his own and write on it genuinely.

Nope. Nothing of that sort happened people and I should be awarded the Nobel prize for peace and tolerance because I said nothing or did anything to hurt him physically. Well, yet! But yesterday was my other birthday, as most of you are not aware, the South Indian and a Malayali that I’m, we celebrate birthdays according to our astrological star which is quite similar to the zodiac sign. And because coincidentally it’s a special and auspicious day according to astrology every ‘Star Birthday’ of mine is celebrated all across Kerala by lighting lamps and keeping candles all around every household. When I was a kid I assumed everyone was celebrating my birthday and because it was not a forgettable day, everyone in my family and my relatives wish me too. Having said that, yesterday was no exception when everyone in India wished me for my birthday and Bigshot got a whiff of it.
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And since 29 Days had actually passed after the real birthday and the card was still not written, I decided to let it go for a long time until yesterday when we were discussing the birthday wishes I received. I decided to poke him about his inconsiderate and unapologetic mistake and have some fun of my own. I even went a step ahead and walked up to the cards corner and picked it up only to question him how hard would it be for him to write something nice for me. The drama continued for some more time while I kept speaking with hand gestures along with holding the card in the air like I was giving a radical speech in a party meeting. As I flung my hand again in the air he asked me to look inside the card and started smiling flashing his right dimple. Show Off!!

I opened it up only to see the child-like handwriting of him all across the birthday card. The poem he wrote was so personal that I can never forget it. It hardly rhymed and it was the most simplest form of writing but it was so close to heart that I could have literally fallen on the ground and cried like a little girl who was denied a candy. I was ashamed of the havoc I created just before that and also pretty shocked at seeing him pull off a surprise on me. You know, what matters are these beautifully little things and the moments that happens which we should never ignore and instead cherish it for a lifetime. And as for my happy corner, now this card shines through the rest of them making it to the one of the most beautiful little things in my life! #TheLittleThings

I hope I didn’t ramble off about this little incident for a long time but I want every single one of you to look into your life and enjoy the small things we always take for granted. The bigger problems can wait for a while and let’s cherish the small things for now. Shall we? Have a good day/night you beautiful people 🙂