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  • Little things are so little, they often seem to be insignificant.
    They are there and we take them for granted and forget them.
    But many a time they are the most significant things in our life.
    We do not miss what we have never had but when we
    have something and they are taken away from us, it becomes
    difficult to get used to their absence. Some never do and keep
    longing for what they have lost. We realise their importance
    only when we no longer have them with us.

    I remember my father going for his long walks in the morning
    and in the evening without fail. Now, when I see him on the bed
    all the time I think about those days when he had to walk using
    the walking stick in the beginning and later the walker. Then, it
    seemed sad that he had to use a walker but now we hope he will
    at least be able to walk using them.
    How life changes!
    Being able to get up, walk slowly to the next room seems a dream
    now. Dreams do become a reality and we live in hope.

    When our grandson learned to say words and then sentences, it
    had been very nice to follow his expressions. Expressing ourselves
    with or without language becomes a part of lives and we really do
    not think much about it until we stop using it.
    Most of the time my father lies with his eyes closed, never saying
    anything. My mother talks to him and reads to him. He understands
    what we tell him but he does not speak or is not able to speak. And
    when he does speak a few sentences it fills us with joy. We never
    thought listening to those few words would be so exciting.
    Little things.
    Many a time I wonder what is in store for us. We think we are in
    control but little things, seemingly insignificant, change the very
    course of our life.

    I remember this poem which appealed to me long back and I had
    written it down. I do not know who has written it.

    ‘Too often we do not realise what we have until it is gone.
    Too often we wait too late to say, ‘I am sorry I was wrong.
    Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones we hold dearest to heart.
    And we allow foolish things to tear our lives apart.
    Far too many times we let unimportant things into our minds,
    And then it is usually too late to see what made us blind.
    So be sure that you let people know how much they mean to you.
    Take the time to say the words before your time is through.
    Be sure that you appreciate everything you have got.
    And be thankful for the little things in life that mean a lot.’
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