Little things and their desires...

Trees, plants, forests name it you like. Nothing matches the freshness that natural greenery brings to the eyes and heart. I had already discovered and experienced the beauty of natural greens. Then you came, with a self-plucked flower stem in hand. Be it your pictures or my hesitant walk with you on the trek, the image of you holding flowers continued, and so in my mind stories. And there are many that we run these days in our minds :) don't we...

Somehow the last flower I saw in your hands, happened to be saved in my notebook. How easy it is for mankind to give significance to little things. But then, giving significance to bigger things either didn't mean so much, what to talk about little things and their desire to become significant... 

And while the stories keep running, I take a pause to salute you little things :)  Thanks to you for filling the void bigger things failed to fill. Content would be an exaggeration but dear little things, you do play your part, and maybe at times, you do qualify to be significant... 

Oh little things, be there, be in the stories, be the story yourself, be whatever we too secretly desire to be... to be significant...