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Used To It!

“How do you know which key to press?”

My 10-year-old nephew, standing next to my chair while I was immersed in my work, asked me, looking all amused and puzzled at the same time.

“Huh?”

I was equally puzzled by his question. When I realized what he was really pointing at, I was amused too.

My computer’s keyboard is missing some of the letters, and I never realized that. He was pointing at them and asking me how I’m able to read the letters if I can’t see them.

A paused moment…



And I suddenly replied, “I’m used to it.”

“Huh?” He couldn’t understand how that used-to-it thing really works. His mom called. He acted like he understood and went to her, still having that puzzled look on his face.

The moment I answered, it threw me into the whirlwind of thoughts. I kept thinking how I never realized this fact yet could complete my tasks. We are so used to so many things in our day-to-day life that we don’t realize that some of them are ageing, or their existence is vanishing with time. They are a part of routine, and that’s why we become ignorant about them. We get used to them.

There are many things that we are used to. We don’t appreciate their presence and importance. When the time comes, we just replace them. Just like that!!

But when I thought more, I came to realize that those lost letters have become a part of my fingers, a part of my memories. They are not really lost. I can now type without looking at each and every letter on the keyboard, and that has increased my typing speed. (Increased typing speed is a blessing for any writer, trust me. Whenever words are flooding your mind, you ought to give each word a chance to get typed. Then only you can step forward.) That’s how much they have become a part of my life.

Sometimes, we don’t value some things. Maybe because they are easily replaceable, maybe they look negligible, or maybe because we just get used to them.

That incident was small, more like negligible. But that made me realize again that we should appreciate small things even though they may not seem so important at first. His innocent question woke me up from my typical, mundane, robotic routine and made me more attentive to things around me.

 

Well, this is my story. How about you?

Do you have any day-to-day, small things that you are so used to that you have almost forgotten that they exist? 


-Kayanpri




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