Wednesday, November 05, 2025

A droplet of water

 November in Mumbai carries its own mood. The monsoon has just bid farewell, leaving behind a damp earth and that lingering freshness you only get after weeks of rain. The city feels calmer in these moments — like it has taken a deep breath and finally exhaled.

A few evenings ago, right after one of the last sudden bursts of rain, I stepped out onto the balcony with a cup of tea. The world was still dripping — trees shaking off droplets, cars gliding over wet roads, children splashing in puddles that looked like they were in no hurry to go anywhere. The air had that cool, washed feeling that Mumbai gifts us ever so often.

And then I saw it — a tiny droplet hanging from the edge of the railing, just holding on, trembling slightly each time the breeze passed. At first, I almost ignored it. Just another drop of rain, one among millions. But something made me pause. Maybe the stillness, maybe the light reflecting off it. I leaned closer.

Inside that tiny droplet, I could see the world around me — the building opposite, the palm tree swaying gently, even a faint reflection of my face leaning in curiously. It struck me then: here was this minuscule drop, so easy to overlook, yet holding an entire world within it.

How many things just like this do we miss in life?

We run after the big — ambitions, decisions, milestones — convinced that meaning lies only in movement and scale. But often, clarity comes from the smallest corners. A brief smile from Siddharth, Bhairavi quietly humming in the kitchen, the calm of an early morning before emails start flooding in, the comfort of familiar routines. These moments rarely announce themselves. Yet they reflect who we are, where we are, and what truly matters.

As I stood there, watching the droplet finally let go and fall, I felt oddly grounded. Life doesn’t always reveal itself in grand events. Sometimes, it speaks through a single raindrop — patient, quiet, waiting for us to simply notice.

Sometimes, life reveals itself in the smallest reflections — if only we pause long enough to see.