Some days, all we need is a quiet corner, a cup of tea, and a small memory to warm the heart.
This morning, I remembered the warmth of Amma’s sambar simmering on the stove. The way she’d feed
me soft rice soaked in that golden comfort, her hands always gentle, always full of love.
Me and my twin brother would take turns, riding our bicycles around the verandah, rushing in for our
“rice ball” turns — mouths open, hearts content.
Such small moments, yet they hold the weight of joy that lasts a lifetime.
Not all days are grand — but even the simplest ones can carry a world of comfort.
Until next time,
Greeshma
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