Loss - Where small is big

There are some moments in our life that we never forget. Stories recalled long after these incidents happen. These are usually the - first of times…day at school, graduation. But this post is not about such times. There is something else that we remember, recall, narrate and even regret long after it has happened. There are some in my personal memory bank

The time when I was 7 – 8 and we were all going to a movie. At that time there was the excitement about taking munchies to the movie hall from home - which we had excitedly packed in a large white plastic bag. We got into an auto rickshaw…kept the bag behind the seat in the storage area and got out leaving our bag of goodies behind. Needless to say we did not enjoy the movie that day and never leave anything behind the seat in a rickshaw ever since.

Then the other time when we were going for a wedding…all dressed up and on the way to the function someone stole my father’s wallet and we returned home with the memory of the lost wallet that is narrated till today – years after the incident

When we lose things…many a times these are small things…often replaceable …could be a bus pass or a pen…not worth much – it troubles us. We try to trace our route back in the hope of finding what we’ve lost…ask people around if they have seen it…agonize over it for days…sometimes more.

But then …

We lose our best of friends….to silence…friends who part ways without knowing what went wrong

We lose our health…to chips and fries and candy and coke

We lose our time….sometimes sitting in front of the TV…at other times doing things we do not enjoy

We lose love…to a false sense of pride…or pleasure…and we lose chances to tell people who matter, how much we love them.

And do not even realize!