little things

amidst the very deterioration of well-being in the world 

the incursion into our leisures

fizzling of our customary routine 

withdrawal of many aspects that kept us sane 

shifting of the fundamental way of education & interaction with people 

everything seemed to be a withdrawal 

introducing a disbalance 

with the past year being so different 

I wonder what rooted me

resuscitated me

kept me sane 

~ the little things 

the reassurance that the seven of us- my family- were in this together 

the comfort of friends, through the saviour rectangular screens 

the journey of hosting a musical show by banging vessels and appreciating the frontline warriors in the most wholesome manner

hoarding everyone’s favourite grocery for the unalarmed hunger pangs 

the thrill of a new routine of binging series together 

being partners in hogging food and (reluctantly) conforming to fitness regimes   

our laudable attempt at being chefs alongside our major missing of restaurants 

continually whining for performing chores and humouring our inability to do so 

recognising the opportunity to identify new interests and pursuing them

and hosting the cutest lockdown birthdays ever (even virtually)

dinner table conversations with family 

constant shenanigans 

tangential conversations and a baseless sense of humour 

with thin boundary between a soothing chat and a crazy karaoke 

a shifting prospective chance for someone to the mocked, always  

a dramatic encapsulation of everyone’s day 

an endless no-judgement ranting forum 

-with everyone together 

returning to what feels warm, feels human, at the end of the day

while everything has changed in the past year 

I’m grateful for one thing being constant

the warmth we share with our loved ones 

with the major changes in the world and prolonged distress 

it's these little, but wholesome things, that have kept me going 

for that, I’ll always be grateful 

I’d sincerely hope for the world to get better and recover from this slump 

but when this lockdown ends, I’ll miss it, for the little things & not-so-little memories