Little Nothings…
They both collected little moments…in their own little ways…
he took pictures…he rarely showed her the ones he took of her…she thought that they must be terrible…but when she saw a few, she was left astounded…she was not that pretty…its probably the light…he looked away and matter of factly said - its probably the love…
she collected menus of places they had dined at…ticket stubs… a tribal dupatta…a weird shaped twig…a dried leaf in beautiful hues…a pretty coloured stone…she was a collector of nonsensical stuff and he encouraged her by adding to her already ridiculous collection…she saved up little nothings from everywhere…shells from far away beaches…lava rocks from hawaii…a piece of a bee hive from goa…a strand of coloured wool from her grandma’s sewing box…a pink button…broken bangles…one silver looped earring…a postcard from france…a black n white feather…a puppet from andhra…dried bark from a tree in pune…some she’d handpicked…others had been picked just for her…
they both couldn’t show them to each other…they both understood why…
priceless little bits of life…priceless little bits of time spent with special people…
Some little moments can’t be explained…you can’t put them in a museum…under glass…what would the label say…’a feather picked up on a lazy afternoon spent in the park…a leaf that he saw drifting down and put in her palm…a bluey greyish pinky strand of wool that had made her think of him on a winter evening…her first paintbrush that she wouldn’t give away even for a million bucks…a few lines of a song that she’d sung for him that if he heard now, he would surely shed a tear over…’
Those little nothings can’t be displayed…can’t be explained…only be felt and enjoyed by someone who was a part of them…someone who saw them as more than little nothings…more than photographs…more than pieces of dried bark…more than a few random shells picked off a beach…
More than just that moment…more about you and me…
5 Comments:
well i cant go on talking about the similarity anymore even though I feel it is growing. Let me not tell you this could have been a check list for the collections i have, but ill tell you that you write beautifully, you write moments, moments that can be lived while you read them. You don't write a story.
thank you chamki
I like this...
there's a broken bracelet . . . from over ten years ago.
i dont think anybody else knows what it is.
:)
fingers thanks...
? oh no...now you're scaring me! wrote about a bracelet a month or so ago...think its called connect...
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