The Little Things In Life

Little Daisy was playing one day, When she saw a peg lying away. It had sides oblong and a square face, And pensively it sat in a corner place. And then she found a wooden plank, With a hole in it, looking idle and blank. She took the peg and tried to slip it in The hole in the plank with a little spin. But in this hole, the peg just won't sit, In such a place it felt an utter misfit. And sure was it, in there, it had no role, For it was a square peg in a round hole. Admire your edges and never try too hard to f it in . #TheLittleThingsInLife By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ and His beloved Mother in Heaven You might also like :    The Story Of A Lamb    Of A Precious Little Flower    The Bird Who Refused To Fly    The Blue Ocean And A Lone Ship    Pearls Of Wisdom By Atticus Finch    Breaking Free : A Redemption Story    An Ode To Innocent Chuckles And Innoc...

Leaf by leaf each little one comes down, As it changes hue from green to brown. And each little one has a story to tell, Of the glories of its life before it fell. Of the days of joy in the bloom of spring, When the cuckoos and the babblers sing, Of the gleaming moon on a summer night, When it beams in full glow, pretty and bright. Of the rains that poured down with purpose, And with playful pranks tickled its surface. Of the whispering winds and their gaily song, As all the leaves gleefully murmured along. Of sheltering a weary man on a sunny day, As the scorching sun blazed its brightest ray. Of how it saw a little bird’s offspring hatch, And watched it learn life’s ways from scratch. And now as the dusk of its life is ever so near, It is all set to go, but spares a tiny tear. A tear of joy mingled with a twinge of sorrow, For life’s bounty's here today, and gone tomorrow. #TheLittleThingsInLife #Fall #Autumn #Nature By the gra...

The fiery sun hung low in the sky, The river tides were supple and spry, A deep crimson filled the horizon, As scarlet waters danced in unison. She sat down on a lonesome rock, With her heart full of qualms amok. For life had made her weathered and worn, And she stared at the sun, tired and forlorn.  The roaring river merrily gushed by, The wind whispered its gentle lullaby, She let it quietly seep through her soul, As God’s grace embraced her whole. And a voice from within her rose – Do not be distressed by the trials of life, And lose not your calm in the face of strife. Gather yourselves and hold your head high, Quiver not anymore or let out a tired sigh. For these troubling times will make you tough, Smoothen out the edges that are hitherto rough. Your struggles will make you great and strong, And prepare you duly for the place you belong. Like a fierce warrior you will bravely rise, From the ashes of your failures you wil...

Ever since I have started paying attention, they have become inevitably ubiquitous -  on my way to work and on my way back home,  early in the morning and later in the evening - their chirpy, little birdsongs seem to be following me everywhere. The cuckoo has now given way to lesser known species such as the red- vented bulbul and the Indian rock-chat. The mynas are always out there, as are the pigeons, and slowly as the seasons change, I hope to learn more about different birds and the sounds they make. But as of now, I have this story to share. One morning, I woke up to tiny, little warbling sounds coming from our balcony like some newborn chicks were chirping away somewhere very close. I went to the balcony and peered all over the place, only to find nothing there. This went on for a few days until I finally gave it up as a bad job. Then one day, I was talking to our neighbour from across our other balcony, and she told me that a little bird had made its nest rig...

Far adrift a great, deep ocean blue, A lone ship quietly sailed through. Under the mighty sky by twilight, It drifted along with no land in sight. Morning came and all was still the same, The test of time is ever so tough to tame. Night changed into day and day into night, Drearily the ship sailed on with no respite. The occasional storms rocked her bleakly ship, But she steered on relentless not losing her grip. The crashing waves hummed their eager song, And only miles of blue she saw all the way along. A tremendous calm followed the tremulous storm, Her heart mirrored in the ocean as it changed form. A squall of turbulence followed by a placid quiet, A pensive silence at times, at times a furor of riot. Profound resilience gave her constant company, As she braced herself for this ceaseless journey. For goodness knows when she'll find her feet, On those hallowed grounds, her final retreat. But, of course, she knows she must quie...

Life is a beautiful journey. But sometimes life sucks. And it is precisely in those times that we need to get our act together and work towards bettering ourselves, to rise above and beyond who we are in order to become what we wish to become. And while you are at it, here are some quick quips that you might find useful along the way. 

Wondered a precious, little flower one day, Whether it fit well into the world’s way. And knew it not where to it was bound, For it had not, hitherto, its purpose found. It looked at the rose with awe and wonder, And upon its own flaws it began to ponder. The rose was fragrant and delicately made, Whilst it was plain, and in shadows it laid. The mighty rose adorns the hand of a bride, And is fondly every love’s first gift of pride. But our P recious was not so well-known, It stood in a corner, weary and forlorn. Then came a sunbird to suckle its nectar, In that moment P recious felt like a victor. It saw how a rose is a rose, and a lily is a lily, To compare one with other is so lame and silly. Each little thing has a place of its own, An inimitable place none can disown. If the whole world were just one flower, Spring'd have nothing much to shower. You are truly special and one of a kind, Your own sheen in no other soul you’...

There was once a little lamb life saw, White as snow, but with a major flaw. He had a limp that made him slow, And to him this was the biggest blow. All his friends would make merry and play, But his wary steps would quiver and sway. Hobbling groggily he would fall far behind, Thus to his own lameness, he was confined. He sat by the river all  gloomy and glum, His mother came by and cuddled him some. He asked his mother why he was this way, With a useless limb, his life looked only grey. His mother kissed him sweetly and gently said, “Don’t you scorn yourselves or doubt a shred. Think not less of yourselves, or be remotely peeved, For isn't it remarkable what you’ve thus far achieved? In your struggles, you’ll find your real strength, For life prepares you thus to go to any length. Turn you pain into power, and grief into glory, And make it the true story of your victory. Embrace yourselves the way you truly are, For thus alo...

Mornings, O ever pleasant, joyous mornings, What thrill to my heart are your callings! The sparkling sun glitters at the window sill, Smiling serenely and looking ever so tranquil. Chirpy, little birds begin their morning banter, Welcoming the day with a glorious grandeur. Entranced by their sprightly melodies I embrace, The tender breeze that manifests nature’s grace. Gentle dew drops drape the earth with skillful flair, The canopy of trees whisper in the morning air. Mingled in moist and mist, it drenches my spirit, With a surreal joy no wisdom can truly outwit. I look at the horizon and break into a happy smile, Watching nature’s splendour spreading every mile. The sun fills its canvas with shades ever so intricate, This bewitching beauty can an artist’s brush replicate? #TheLittleThingsInLife #Mornings #Sunrise #Nature By the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and His beloved Mother in Heaven. You might also like :    The Story O...

Lately, I have developed a kind of fascination for birds - those chirpy little things waking us each morning with their perky little jingles and their endless chatter cheering us through the day. I might have heard these birdsongs a gazillion times before, but it is only now that I have learnt to appreciate the sweet comfort they bring into our lives. It’s a perfect blend of varying sounds and pitches conjoining into a symphonious orchestra of nature. The sad melancholy of the cuckoo, the sprightly joy of the sparrow, the sweet melody of the Indian rock chat, the angry bickering of the common babbler and the spunky alertness of the myna call out to us each day through a legato of tunes, notes and emotions. And just how they manage to bring it all together is a mystery unto itself. A little birdie would begin her throat singing from one corner, and another one from a completely different direction would instantly reciprocate. And the next one would chip in from quite...