Things I took for granted

It really doesn't take much for someone to have a turn of face in an instant. Perhaps we were at fault, taking her good nature for granted. Perhaps we should have brought up the discussion when the exams were well and truly over. All in all, it was a case of bad timing and events.

I never thought that the small act of slicing up a mango can set me thinking about totally unrelated stuff. Like how I took my Dad for granted, the official fruit slicer of our family. I was cursing the slippery mango, which almost caused me to stab myself, when the image of my Dad holding these assorted fruits in his well-worn hands and slicing them with utmost concentration came up. Perhaps I should have been more grateful for these little things, and not expect him to live up to my expectations of what a Dad should do. Perhaps it was easier after all, to let life's little annoyances cloud the good things that our loved ones do for us on a day-to-day basis, so much so that they become routine and therefore, invisible.

The mango was really sweet and delicious, like the ones we used to have after dinner at home. Somehow, it made me miss home even more.