It’s funny isn’t it?
We cry for things so complex. A bigger house, hike in salary, travelling abroad, tasting exotic cuisines.
But the things that usually silence the storms in our heart are so simple, so serene…
It’s funny isn’t it…..
Gift a jar of lights.
Like fireflies. They glow. They live. They fade away….
P.s- Amma brought this big glass jar to store lemon pickle. And I put lights in it. She had to wash it again, and I was reduced to ashes. 😔