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Small Moments make
for A Great Life!
“Hush…! thought Meera as she silently giggled, “This jar is filling up fast. So many good things…”
She quickly shut the jar and jumped off the wooden bench on the front porch of her tiny
cottage and scrambled into her house.
Meera lived in the quaint village of Chinnapur amidst
lush fields. Her sparkling eyes and cheerfulness made
her the epitome of joy in her village community.
Her days were filled with the simple pleasures
that village life offered.
Meera had a secret — every evening as
the sun cast a warm golden glow across
the village, she would sit by herself
and open a small old notebook, with
a small picture of Sarasvati Ma in the
first page, followed by a title — Mere
saath, meri baat.
In this, she wrote the small good things
that happened everyday.
It was almost like a ritual — it could be the
melodious song of a cuckoo, the vibrant
hues of a blooming wildflower, the shared
giggles with friends, a puppy dancing up to her and licking her hands.
After writing her chit for the day, Meera carefully folded the chit and dropped it into her most
priced possession — a glass jar, where she preserved these daily notes of happiness. This jar
stood like a testament to the countless moments that filled her with happiness. Each chit she
put into it was a tiny treasure; joy that she discovered in the seemingly ordinary life.
One day as luck would have it, the jar slipped from her hands and shattered into pieces. Meera
watched aghast. It felt as if her happiness had been scattered across the floor. Heartbroken,
Meera sobbed herself to sleep that night. Nothing or none could convince her and none could
fathom why Meera was so distressed.
After all the glass jar was just a trivial possession.
But Meera's father realised otherwise. After Meera fell asleep, he found the fragments of the
jar and amid the shattered mess he discovered the small chits that Meera had meticulously
written. As he carefully unfolded each note, Meera's world of joy, unfolded before him. The
scribbles painted pictures in front of Meera’s father’s eyes of the little joys that filled his
daughter’s days — the first raindrop on her nose, the taste of freshly plucked raw mangoes,
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