There’s a drought spreading across the world this very moment and each moment that follows. It’s resting itself neatly in our lives like the way dust settles underneath our furniture, unobstrusively; yet there.
It’s a drought of Celebration.
Celebration is gratitude. I believe it is a strong, collective and enforcing act of gratitude. When we celebrate, we thank for something. It is one of our greatest powers but greatly forgotten, too. But when we celebrate, whether alone or with a person or more, we release an explosion of gratitude, the sound and colour of which spreads beyond what we can perceive; the magic of which we have buried beneath our disappointments, expectations and denials. Never forget,
What we thank about, we bring about. More often.
we don’t celebrate enough.
Most of us like to think of celebration tilting towards formal occasions, legit reasons, lifetime milestones, conventional protocols and religious obligations. It requires the minimal of an invitation with a conventionally proven motive, acceptance of the same and then mutually agreed terms on how to go about it.
Now tell me…
when did you last celebrate a sunrise?
The first waft of the smell of rain hitting the earth?
How such a big world can fit inside your tiny eyes?
A snowflake landing on your nose?
The taste of rain?
The silent smile exchanged with a stranger in the bus?
How about the secret dance of the stars?
What about the first morsel of food you eat?
The way the sun and clouds play hide and seek?
How many hues of leaves have you counted?
The warmth of hot chai spreading in your palms and reaching your fingers?
How the sunshine makes everything alive?
The orchestra of the crickets at night?
Or the hatching of an egg?
Doesn’t the formation of waves in the sea dazzle you?
The innocent loyalty of a puppy?
The secret assurance of having someone to fall back on?
The aroma of a cake fresh out of the oven?
How grass blades tickle and massage your barefeet?
Have you listened to the silent rhythm of a pencil on paper?
The comfort of your old, torn but favourite cotton tee?
How a baby holds on to your finger tight while it sleeps?
The softness of a blanket in autumn?
How you catch favourite song playing on the radio?
A hug without a reason?
Tell me, do you celebrate??