Count your blessings. This is something I always say. I might forget it at times. But then something or the other happens to remind me of this and I begin to count my blessings once more.
That is something that happened to me the day before. I was casually discussing the weekend that was with one of my friends when she mentioned that she is very sad every year during Rakshabandhan because she has no brother. I casually mentioned, what about cousins and she shook her head. That’s when I realized how lucky I was to have a younger brother, who by the general standards of younger brothers qualifies to be an angel! And over the years, having gotten so used to celebrating Rakhabandhan and Bhaidooj, I kind of forgot the significance of it. The fact that we are able to celebrate this occasion is every year is a big big thing. Thank God for that. Even bigger is the fact that we have been celebrating it together every year for the last two decades. Touchwood!!!! I counted my blessings that day and thanked God from the bottom of my heart. I also silently thanked my friend who made me realize about this blessing, something I had begun taking for granted.
I pray that all of us never forget the small blessings we have…