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Minor Detail

"Its a major minor detail"

Everything is just the same. I got up at the same time. Wore the same old clothes. Waited for the morning cab like every other day. Reached office at almost the  same time. Worked just like yesterday or the day before last. Ate the same curd and drank the same coffee. Left for home like all days this week. Switched on my computer and started blogging as if nothing had changed.

Then I realised. Something had. Everything is in its place, but for one minor detail. 

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  1. Anonymous16 February 2011 at 20:49

    its the minor details that count in life....... major change happens once in a while and the body as a whole along with the support system prepare you for it. hence the saying - its the small things that count....

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  2. Zoya Brar17 February 2011 at 09:44

    Yep I guess.... but sometimes major things seem minor and vice versa :)

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  3. Anonymous17 February 2011 at 21:19

    Rule 1: "Don't sweat the small stuff."
    Rule 2: Unless someone you deeply care for is suffering, its ALL small stuff.
    Rule 3: There will be no Rule 3.

    ASnonymous

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  4. Anonymous18 February 2011 at 01:44

    theek hai - dont sweat the small stuff - but do the small stuff - it makes all the difference to the person who cares - this rule comes before rule no 1.

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  5. Anonymous18 February 2011 at 09:20

    Anonymous jee, we are violent agreement!

    - Doosra Anonymous

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  6. Zoya Brar19 February 2011 at 03:57

    wow. too many people without names on this post!

    @AS, understood :)

    @ A1 & A 2 - the point of the post was to move beyond the small minor detail. To forget it!

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  7. wont say anonymous :-)22 February 2011 at 04:36

    a1 - is wont say anonymous :-)

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