Over my 30 years, I realised it’s not the expensive phone, or dresses, that actually makes you smile. It’s the littlest of things. Everytime I frown, my baby has a way of telling me ‘ Deshyam maatu’ , meaning remove your anger. The way she rubs her little podgy hands on my frowning forehead, somehow makes me smile even at the peak of my anger. Somehow you can’t help being thankful, of these littlest of things that makes you smile , sometimes even cry. 🙂 and you actually realise it’s these things that turns a memory than those big things you actually wish for.