Just The Small Things

The other day I was talking to a friend about how we have stopped being the happy, eccentric, crazy us. How we have lost the big comedies of our lives to its small tragedies. And we have been doing so for really long without even realizing it at all.

It seems to be a collective phenomena. What else can explain why no one points this to us, except for the fact that over time, most of us start behaving the same? Our experiences in life seem to be some sort of an effective energy drink that works in reverse. We look calm, we behave perfect. But we act less with every passing day.

I know this has been said many times before. But happiness does lie in small things. Life is a lot about being excited about things, small, smaller, smallest. It is of utmost important to be crazy about something in life.

Sharing some pictures. Just the small things. The bougainvillea in my balcony that makes really pretty mornings. Dark chocolates to make the nights less darker! Old gifts to be cherished. A Saturday evening. Being featured in Cosmopolitan magazine.  

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