I have a thousand reasons to thank

I get up every morning at 6 with a bed tea. I wanna thank my mum for that. Who does it for a 22 year old grown up? After that cup of tea I fall asleep like a baby for a couple of hours. That’s the most peaceful time I get in the entire 24 hours.

We have a room next to our kitchen. We call it the utility room. Once I go there everyday and peep from the little window to look at the outside world.., daily I thank god for giving me a beautiful shelter.

Whenever I am low, I just go sit with my granny. She talks so motivating. I wish she keeps on and on. There is no person on this earth who can ever replace her.

I kiss my brother everyday before going out, and this may seem unreal but every other day I ask him, “ Jay, what would I have done without you?” He has got habitual to me asking him this, but I seriously fear the thought of not having him around. I am lucky to have a caring brother.

I leave for work, and see people struggling in buses and I feel grateful for making my life so convenient.

I look at the unfortunate kids who are selling small items on road to make their living and I feel obligated for the wonderful effortless childhood that I could enjoy.

I look at other families, and almost all parents fight. I feel relieved. Mine is a broken but a happy home.

I have a handful of friends, but such good pals that I can literally go.., cry my heart out to them. They listen to me, uninterruptedly. I thank them all for being such good listeners when I would talk non stop. Thanks for being there when I needed a friend.

Recently I had been to an ashram which I wouldn’t want to name, to meet kids who have been disowned by their families. They were such cute, innocent kids with an ever smiling face. Who would ever say looking at them that they are daily living on medicines? Who would say looking at them they are HIV+.? I realized the security of having a loving family and the benefits of leading a healthy normal life.

Most importantly after a long usual day, when I return home at around 10:45 at night all fagged out and tired, DAILY my grand father who is nearing his 80s opens the door for me, even before I ring the bell. Every night all of them wait for me as if I am coming back after a long holiday. It’s a great feeling to have someone waiting for you. The smile that he gives me with a relief on his face that I am safe and sound, is magical. I wanna thank him for that. I wanna thank him for sitting and chatting with me late hours, I wonder how he comes to know I need somebody to talk.

Look at me guys.! I am so hell lucky. And I realize it even more when I look around. I have people who care, who love, who support. A life, that is just so perfect. Absolutely nothing to crib and for this I wanna thank god = my family. Without them my existence has no meaning. With every single passing day I am realizing this and loving them even more. Thank you for making my life so easy, comfortable and effortless.