You must proceed with caution! I am going to gush about Neil Gaiman again. 🙂 Forgive me please.
I love so many passages in Gaiman’s Neverwhere. One of my favourites is:
“He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.”
Recently, I realised that delightful events run in packs too. Sometimes, too many beautiful things sneak into our lives. But, we don’t recognise them as and when they arrive, for perhaps we are busy striving to strike a balance between living and existing. 😉
Last week, a couple of heartwarming things occurred. After what seemed a thousand years, I smiled. Quite heartily.
One of my best friends chose to pamper me 10 days before my birthday. I received one of the most thoughtful birthday presents from her — a creative book rack. It is more special because… Say hello to Hedwig. 😀
I think of books and reading, and I am always reminded of this extraordinary quote from Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451, a book that I adore:
“Most of us can’t rush around, talking to everyone, know all the cities of the world, we haven’t time, money or that many friends. The things you’re looking for, Montag, are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine per cent of them is in a book. Don’t ask for guarantees. And don’t look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.”
And I think of friendship, and I am again reminded of this quote from the same book:
“We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over.” .
A couple of weeks ago, I sent four books to my beloved nephew Shravan: Charlotte’s Web, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Treasure Island, and Winnie the Pooh. Shravan finished Charlotte’s Web last week, and phoned me to share his thoughts.
When he heard my voice, he took a moment to gather his thoughts. I heard his voice tremble. He cleared his throat and said, “Thank you for sending this book. I am moved.” I heard from his mother that he shed buckets of tears for the protagonist.
Shravan continued, “Charlotte is no more, but she lived a great life. She was kind and generous. I will always remember her as a great spider and a great friend.”
I smiled, and tried hard to stifle the tears that escaped my eyes.
Perhaps, life’s purposes are hidden in such tiny, warm moments.