Those little things - Part 1

Okay, maybe I am exaggerating.

Even I was not convinced when I saw this Hippo advertisement.

Good food and you solve all the problems of this world!!

DUH!!

Fine.

I was wrong.
So busy with looking at the next BIG thing in life that, well, the little ones just slip somewhere.

This trip to Jama Masjid on Eid kinda snapped me out of it.

As if someone just turned down the treadmill ( I know I do the treadmill analogy way too much but it’s a good one and hard to replace ), right when you think you are going to crash.

That small Kulhad ( earthen mug ) which had creamy lassi, the year 1842 tandoor ( oven ) in which that huge Roti ( bread ) was being made,sorry to all the PETA supporters out there but even those kababs.

And the people around, the ones in Mercedes,ones like us ( metro users ) and the less fortunate ones, all seem to happy for that little while when they just close their eyes, forget what it is going to be like tomorrow.

All this when they just take that nibble, that sip and that slurp seems to say, enough already with fighting over who is fairer, closer to the almighty, more powerful, more successful and lot other mores.

Let me just finish this bite, they seem to say, for my next big thing can wait today.