Nuggets of Heaven
People talk of heaven as if it were some place far far away from this world. But, none of these people are in any hurry to leave the world, in any case!
I, for one, believe that the earth is a beautiful place to stay, and it has nuggets of heaven for everyone, but yes…some people tend to appropriate more..ok, ok, this no class-caste politics; it’s supposed to very light, happy reading.
So, here’s a list of nuggets of heaven I experience…
A dark, empty room with minimal streetlight streaming in; a cup of hot, herbal tea in hand, and a favorite tune playing. (at the end of the day)
The taste of little mulberry fruits straight from the tree, as you rush through the morning.
Fresh, dry, comfortable clothes after a bath in an open, dirty waterfall like Courtallam (a popular tourist spot in TN).
Watching hail, storm, and dust from a speeding bus.
Spotting fish in a clear river from a hill.
10 missed calls and 8 messages on your cell when you forgot to carry it.
More than 30 people at a protest to resist oppression.
Watching stars and the moon, lying flat on the earth.
Hugs and missed-yous when you return after a break.
To remember the words of an old song that brings alive old, romantic (;)) memories.
To lay your head on dad’s big, strong, and dark hand.
Have a heart-to-heart, bitching-cum-gossip session with girl friends.
Chatting with people, who are mirror images of course, with well, some kinks!
Listening to great minds that promise a revolution, fire your imagination, and make you dream.
Hand-me-down jeans and books.
Managing to hit your fund-raising targets for your collective.
Getting love bites from your cat and dog.
The smile on mom’s face as she smells the new, office-wear cotton sarees you got her.
Seeing new buds every day on your plant.
Hearing praises about your sibling.
Liking a new song.
Getting drenched in rain and falling horribly sick.
Walking along a sea shore, just with your thoughts in deep communication with the sea (ok, am not mad, neither am I on that road!).
Getting lost in the web of music.
Sight of white, glistening snow on far-away peaks.
Continental breakfast in Dharamshala, facing green, blue hills.
Talking in local, colloquial, street Tamil after several months (which feels like centuries).
Making eye contact with the cook in a food van, and he heaping your plate a wee bit more!
When you spot guys like Shahrukh and Surya on rail crossings and traffic lights, respectively, and they spot you back! (Am not lying; it happened!)