A Tiny Thing

There it lay on mirror. Silent. Calm, yet sparkling and beautiful as if it was meant to be there. It added more and more beauty to the Owner who recklessly or may be unknowingly left it there. It competed with sparkles of her bangles those were busy in competing with the chords of guitar to make melodious noise. It competed with sparkles on the Lehenga she wore that stopped shining when the light effect faded away. The tiny thing did its job perfectly. It was as slender as her body frame and as bright as her face. It distinguished her from the other girls at wedding.

After the wedding was over she washed her face and hurried to be home. But left it behind. May be for me. To relive the moments, to relive her aura, to relive the noise of her bangles, to relieve her smile. So what if it is a tiny thing, so what even if the remaining thing is a little ‘bindi’ from her forehead.

Our foolish heart are searching for life in tiny fragments objects while ignoring the living being itself. Emotional ties hold on to bits and pieces of one’s belongings but failing to express emotions to person themselves.

bindi

PS: post is inspired bcoz of my Mom, who visited me recently and left her Bindi on the wash basin mirror.

One thought on “A Tiny Thing”

Leave a comment