Small moves

It's the little things in life that matter. My uncle and I were on the same flight over to Lahore last week. He was flying business class and I was at the back in economy. The flight's only an hour and a bit and between take-off, landing and breakfast (a staple PIA omelette, cutlet and croissant) there's only about ten or fifteen minutes you have to yourself to look around, be bored, read a book, make faces at the children or whatever. And yet, in spite of that, Mamu came back to check if I was alright, if I needed anything. What do you say to that? It's a very humbling feeling. Thank you doesn't quite cover it.

I remember thinking a little while ago how there are two types of good people (iss duniya main do tarha ke pappu hotay hain . . . ); those who make it easy for you to love them and those who don't. Try and be the first kind. Live generously, love generously, be patient with other people. Think before you speak. Simple rules. And yet how much they enrich our lives, these small kindnesses.