Sometimes, not all the time, but most definitely some-of-the-time, life is all about the little things. Things that make you forget about the larger (and more dismal) picture and appreciate what being alive is all about. Like a warm blanket, on a soft cushy rug on a winter night. Like apple-tea, and Grey's Anatomy and the satisfaction of having Christina back. Like friends who look after you, and indulge your whiny-ness, take you out when you need it and lend you their shower when there's no hot water. Like a sheet of snow that takes Islamabad completely by surprise. Like hot chocolate on a wet bench on top of a hill.