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17. The Day I Learned to Forgive Myself

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The Day I Learned to Forgive Myself

 

The Weight of Unspoken Guilt

There are wounds that no one see – the ones we carry silently in our hearts.

For years, I thought being strong meant never making mistakes, never breaking down, never falling those I loved.

But in trying to be perfect, I forgot how to be kind to myself.

Forgiving others always felt easier than forgiving me. I could accept their flaws, their wrongs, and their apologies – but when it came to my own, I held on like punishment was the only way to feel “good enough” again.

It took me years and one unforgettable morning to realize: healing begins the moment you forgive yourself.

The Moment That Broke Me

It wasn’t a dramatic moment – no loud fights, no tears in public. It was an ordinary day that began like any other. My elder daughter had forgotten her school project at home, and I lost my patience. I scolded her sharply.

The moment her eyes filled with tears my heart shattered.

As she quietly picked up her bag and left for school, I felt a wave of guilt I couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just about that morning – it was about all the times I’d been too hard on myself, and in turn, too hard on others.

When she returned, I hugged her and apologized. She smiled and said softly,

“It’s okay, Maa. You’re always trying your best.”

That one line melted something deep inside me.

The Realization That Changed Everything

That evening, as I sat alone, I realized I’d been living with an invisible rule – “You’re only worthy if you never fail.”

But motherhood, womanhood, life – none of it comes with perfection. We stumble. We speak harshly when we’re tired. We forgot ourselves while taking care of everyone else.

The realization that hit me like a gentle truth:

“If I can forgive others so easily, why can’t forgive myself with the same compassion?”

Forgiveness isn’t saying what happened was okay – it’s saying I choose peace over pain.

That night, I stood before the mirror, looked into my own tired eyes, and whispered,

“I forgive you. You did your best with what you knew.”

It felt strange at first….then freeing.

Healing Through Acceptance

The next few days, I began practicing self-forgiveness as a daily ritual. Every morning, instead of rushing into guilt or endless tasks, I paused. I placed my hand on my heart and repeated:

“I am learning. I am healing. I am enough.”

Forgiveness turned out to be less about words and more about energy. I stopped criticizing my reflection. I stopped comparing my journey to others. I started writing letters – to myself – for every version of me that felt unworthy.

Sometimes I’d end them with:

“Dear Me, I see your effort. I love your courage.”

And slowly, I noticed small shifts – better sleep, softer tone with my kids, calm reactions, lighter heart.

Healing didn’t happen overnight, but forgiveness made it possible.

The Hidden Power of Self-Forgiveness

Here’s what I’ve learned from that day:

  1. Forgiveness Doesn’t Erase the Past – It Rewrites Its Meaning.

You can’t change what happened, but you can choose how it defines you. The past becomes a teacher, not a burden.

2. Self-Forgiveness Restores Your Confidence.

When you forgive yourself, guilt loses its control. You start trusting your choices again.

3. Forgiveness Attracts Peaceful Relationships.

When your heart softens toward yourself, it automatically softens toward others. You stop expecting perfection and start embracing love.

4. It’s an Ongoing Journey, Not a One-Time Event.

There will still be days you fall short. On those days, remember – healing isn’t linear.

What matters is you no longer turn your pain into punishment.

A Gentle Practice You Can Try

If you’ve been carrying guilt, here’s a simple 5-minute ritual that truly helped me:

  1. Find a quiet space.

Sit comfortably and close your eyes.

2. Place your hand over your heart.

Feel your heartbeat – proof that life still believes in you.

3. Breathe in forgiveness.

Say softly: “I forgive myself for not knowing better then.”

4. Breathe out guilt.

Exhale the heaviness, the shame, the regret.

5. End with gratitude. Whisper:

“Thank you for giving me another chance to grow.”

 

Do this daily for a week. You’ll feel a soft calm spreading – not from the outside, but from within.

 

A Reflection for You

Forgiveness is not weakness. It’s emotional maturity.

It’s saying. “I deserve peace too.”

When you forgive yourself, you stop waiting for external validation. You stop replaying what went wrong and begin celebrating what’s still right.

The universe doesn’t hold your mistakes against you – it uses them to polish your soul.

So today, before you go to bed, place your hand on your heart and say,

“I forgive you. You are still worthy. You always were.”

And feel the weight lift – slowly, beautifully, completely.

https://greatergood.berkeley.edu/topic/self_compassion

15.How Education Empowers Women and Earns Them Respect at Their In-Laws Home

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Education is more than a degree – it’s the light that guides a woman toward dignity strength, and freedom. In many parts of the world, especially in India, a woman’s value is often judged by her role as a wife or daughter-in-law. But when she is educated, that perception changes.

Education gives her the power to speak with confidence, think independently, and live with purpose. It changes her life, her home, and even the mindset of those around her.

Let’s explore how education empowers women and elevates their respect and value – especially at their in-laws place.

How Education Empowers Women

  1. Education gives her a unique identity

An educated woman is not defined by others – she defines herself. She is not just someone’s daughter or wife; she becomes a person of individuality and intelligence.

When she enters her in-laws home, she is seen as capable, thoughtful, and strong. People respect her opinions and trust her judgement. Her education becomes her invisible crown – one that commands respect without a word.

“Education turns a woman from being dependant to being defined.”

    2. Confidence: The True Ornament of an Educated Woman

Confidence is not inherited – it is earned through awareness and learning. Education gives women the ability to express themselves gracefully, even in difficult situations.

At her in-laws place, this confidence helps her handle family matters with maturity. She communicates with respect, stands firm in her beliefs, and knows how to balance emotions and logic.

She doesn’t need validation – her calm confidence earns admiration.

   3. Financial Independence: Her Key to Freedom

Education opens doors to financial freedom.

Whether she becomes a teacher, doctor, designer, or entrepreneur – or even works from home – an educated woman has the ability to contribute to her family’s income.

This independence brings two things: self-respect and security. Her in-laws view her not as a dependent, but as a contributor to the family’s growth.

Even if she chooses to be a homemaker, her financial literacy helps her manage expenses wisely and plan for a better future.

 4. Education Builds Emotional Strength and Wisdom

Emotional intelligence is often overlooked – yet it’s one of education’s greatest gifts. An educated woman learns how to manage her emotions, think critically, and solve problems logically.

At her in-laws home, this wisdom makes her a stabilizing force. She understands when to speak, when to listen, and how to turn conflicts into conversations.

Her calmness earns her immense respect and makes her the heart of the household.

5. Breaking Blind Traditions and Embracing Awareness

Education gives women the courage to ask “why” before saying “yes.” It doesn’t make her rebellious – it makes her aware.

Se understands the importance of traditions but also  knows how to modify outdated practices that hold women back.

Her ability to balance culture with modern thinking makes her both grounded and respected.

“An educated woman doesn’t destroy traditions; she refines them with understanding.”

6. Education Helps Her Raise an Enlightened Generation

When a woman is educated, she becomes the foundation of an empowered family.

She knows how tp guide her children with compassion, teach them values, and inspire them to chase their dreams.

Her education ensures her children grow up emotionally intelligent, respectful, and ambitious.

In this way, she doesn’t just uplift her own life – she uplifts generations.

“Educate a woman, and you educate a family. Educate a family, and you build a stronger nation.”

7. Education Commands Respect Without Demanding It

Respect that comes from education is not forced – it’s earned naturally.

An educated woman is graceful, self-aware, and confident. She doesn’t need to prove her worth; her behavior and decisions reflect it.

At her in-laws place, she is seen as wise, capable, and emotionally balanced – qualities that bring her genuine respect and trust.

8. Education Removes Fear and Dependency

Uneducated women often live with fear – of being misunderstood, rejected, or unable to survive alone. Education eliminates those fears.

It gives her strength to speak, think independently, and stand on her own if needed. This self-reliance transforms her position in her in-laws home – she is no longer seen as a burden but as a strong, reliable support system.

9. Education Promotes Equality and Harmony

An educated woman believes in equality – not competition. She knows how to maintain harmony in relationships and encourages mutual respect between family members.

This balanced attitude helps her create peace in the household while ensuring she is never silenced or sidelined.

Her understanding bridges generations and strengthens family unity.

 

Conclusion

Education is a woman’s strongest empowerment tool. It turns silence into strength, hesitation into confidence, and dependence into dignity.

At her in-laws home, education helps her earn respect not by demanding it, but by deserving it.

It gives her grace in her actions, wisdom in her words, and pride in her identity.

“When you educate a woman, you don’t just change one life – you transform generations.”

Let’s continue to encourage and support women’s education – because empowered women create empowered families and stronger societies.

What’s one life lesson you learned through education? Share your story in the comments below – your words might inspire another woman today!

When Everything Feels Messed Up: A Mother’s Symphony

14.Breaking the Chains of Silence: A Daughter-in-law’s Journey from Endurance to Strength

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The Early Morning That Tested My Strength

The night had barely ended when my alarm buzzed at 4 AM. My body ached, my eyes were heavy, but my mind knew I had no choice – the day of the PUJA had arrived.

Alone, I began decluttering the house, shifting heavy wooden sofas, iron beds, tables, and chairs – all by myself. There was no helping hand, yet my determination to make everything pure and puja ready kept me going.

By sunrise, every corner of the house shone with cleanliness, my sweat mixing with the sacred energy of devotion. Everything was set for the Bhagats (priests) who were supposed to arrive early. But as it  always happens, they were late. Still, I waited patiently.

When Expectations Collided with  Reality

When the Bhagats finally arrived, their first question wasn’t about breakfast.

I was stunned. Just a day before, when we had asked about their food preferences, they had clearly said they wouldn’t eat anything from our home. So naturally, we hadn’t prepared anything.

Before I could react, a relative who had been hovering around – more interested in interfering than helping – jumped into the scene. Instead of supporting me, she rushed to her house, dragging her mother along to prepare food for the Bhagats.

What hurt wasn’t that she cooked – it was how she did it. As if I was incapable, as if my efforts meant nothing. When she came back, she took charge of arrangements, talking in a way that screamed superiority.

And then she crossed the line – she spoke disrespectfully about my parents. That was the moment something inside me broke.

The Unspoken Pain of a Daughter-in-Law in Indian Families

For years, I had kept silent, accepting everything as a daughter-in-law is “supposed” to. But that day, I realized how flawed this idea of silent endurance truly is.

In many Indian families, the daughter-in-law and her parents are taken for granted. Her family is treated as outsiders, unworthy of respect. The hypocrisy is painful – their own daughters are cherished, while their son’s wives are criticized and controlled.

Breaking the Chains of Silence

 

It has been twelve long years of enduring this – being told when I can visit my parents, being made to feel guilty for talking to them, being reminded that if I do visit, I must bring gifts for in-laws to prove respect.

My parents stopped visiting our house 10 years back, because they couldn’t tolerate how their daughter is being treated in that house.

Here, on the other hand my in-laws asked me and my husband not to come to home, they don’t want us. My sister-in-law and her whole family shifted to my home without mine or my husband’s knowledge. They spoke ill of us, disrespected us, and poisoned relationships – and I quietly accepted it, thinking patience would one day melt hearts.

It never did.

The Moment I Found My Voice

When that same relative asked us to come and stay at their house that evening, I calmly refused. I told her I didn’t appreciate being taken for granted, and that I didn’t like the way she so casually disrespected my parents.

She tried to justify, twisting the situation as always, but this time  I didn’t stay silent.

I told her, “If you can’t respect my parents, you don’t deserve a place in my life.”

That sentence wasn’t anger – it was liberation.

For twelve years, I had been holding myself back, tolerating everything silently. But now, I understood something powerful:

“Silence in the face of disrespect is not peace – it’s surrender.”

I had surrendered enough.

The Day I Chose Self-Respect Over Approval

After the puja ended and everyone left, I finally sat down to eat. It was 4 PM. My body was exhausted, but my heart felt peaceful.

That day, I didn’t fight for revenge. I fought for dignity.

Later, I played with my kids, helped my daughter attend her online class, and then continued working on my laptop till 1 AM, again. But this time, something was different. I wasn’t tired – I was empowered.

I realized I no longer needed validation. I no longer needed to prove my worth through silence or sacrifice. I had learned to say no – with confidence and calm.

Lessons Learned: The Power of Setting Boundaries

We are often taught that keeping quiet avoids conflict. But in truth, silence only feeds toxicity.

I’ve learned that true peace comes from setting boundaries. You can love people deeply and still refuse to let them disrespect you.

Yes, I am a daughter-in-law, but I am also a daughter, mother, and woman – and above all, a human being who deserves respect.

My Message to Every Woman Reading This

If you’ve been silently tolerating mistreatment, remember: Your worth is not measured by by how much pain you can endure. Your strength is shown in how firmly you stand for yourself.

You don’t have to scream. You don’t have to prove.

You just have to choose yourself – with quiet, fearless conviction.

“When a woman finally speaks after years if silence, it’s not anger. It’s healing.”

This isn’t rebellion.

This is rebirth.

Reflection: Finding Devotion Within

We often speak of worship and rituals, but true devotion begins with self-respect. You cannot honor the divine if you keep allowing others to dishonor your soul.

So today, as I light the lamp in my home, I pray –

Not for perfect that comes from silence,

But for strength to speak the truth with grace.

https://www.verywellmind.com/emotional-abuse-4155228

13. A Journey of Sleepless Love: Between Two Homes and Countless Emotions

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A Journey of Sleepless Love

 

The Sleepless Night That Began It All

The night before had no sleep in – not because I wasn’t tired, but because I was a mother on alert. As the train sped through the dark, I stayed half-awake, guarding my little world. My elder daughter slept peacefully on the upper berth, wrapped in innocence, while I watched over her with love stronger than sleep.

Every few minutes, I’d adjust her blanket, check on her, and make sure she was safe. My eyes were heavy, but my heart was awake – a mother’s instinct never rests.

Morning Light, Family Warmth

By dawn, my daughters woke up cheerful as always, followed by my husband’s sleepy smile. We greeted each other softly – our own little “good morning” orchestra. The train wheels clattered in rhythm, and laughter slowly filled the compartment.

While they played and gazed outside, I pulled out my laptop to finish the pending work. Between emails and laughter, we played a riddle game – something small, yet stitched joy into our tired morning.

The Bhel Ritual That Connects Generations

And then came our travel favourite – bhel time.

I have followed this ritual for 20 years – no train food, except that one spicy, tangy bhel we  have it together. It started when I was  a teenager, and now my kids carry it forward.

It’s amazing how simple things – like bhel in a moving train can become the thread that connects generations. That’s love in it’s simplest form.

The Surprise Visit – A Mother’s Warm Embrace

When we reached the city, instead of heading straight to my in-laws house, we decided to surprise my parents first. The moment they saw us – especially my daughters – their eyes filled with tears of joy.

My mother hugged them tightly, her hands trembling with love. My father’s smile spoke everything his words couldn’t. It’s amazing how parents never expect anything, yet give everything. Their love is the kind of home that never fades.

Between Two Homes – Where Love Meets Indifference

Then came the part  that always tests my heart – arriving at my in-laws house. Every visit feels uncertain. Would there be warmth or just the same quiet indifference? Sadly, it was the letter.

We were told to wait outside for nearly two hours because of madi – a ritual about purity. My daughters were tired and hungry, yet no one seemed moved. Ironically, when a friend stopped by, my mother-in-law served him coffee – while we sat outside.

I smiled through the ache, reminding myself – love should never depend on how others treat you.

A Meal, A Gesture, and Unspoken Feelings

Later, a relative invited us for breakfast. The food was delicious, their care made it taste even better. They even gifted us new clothes for an upcoming puja – thoughtful, though I didn’t quiet like them.

Still, I kept my calm and smiled. Some days, we don’t need to love everything – we just need to honor the intension behind it.

Work, Rituals, and an Unexpected Call of Love

After returning, I worked for a while on my laptop and helped with cleaning for the rituals ahead. They, my mother called – insisting we buy new clothes from their side too. My father transferred money instantly, his quiet love speaking through actions.

So, my husband, our younger daughter, and I went shopping. Despite his old leg injury and surgeries, my husband rode the gear bike, Watching him push through pain reminded me – strength isn’t loud; it’s quiet endurance.

A Mother’s Warmth and a Sister’s Smile

We stopped by my parents house again. My mother handed me a large bag filled with new clothes for everyone, including my in-laws. My sister served us festive snacks and laughter – that sweet kind of warmth that money can’t buy.

Night, Silence, and Grace

By evening, we returned home in my parents car. Dinner was quiet, conversations careful. When everyone slept, I stayed up – finishing chores, folding clothes, arranging for the next day.

Finally, past midnight, I opened my laptop again. Working late has become my way to find peace amid chaos. The day hadn’t been perfect – but it had grace.

Because life teaches us this simple truth – we can’t control how others treat us, but we can control how we carry our hearts through it.

Reflections: The Journey Beyond Distance

Not every journey is about distance – some are about emotional miles. Not every home feels like one – some only echo with expectations. But still, we walk, love, and hope – because somewhere, the love we give becomes our light in darkness.

When I watched my daughters sleep that night, I promised myself – their childhood will be filled with love, not bitterness. Because I choose to be the love I never received.

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6857243/

12. A Sleepless Night and a Journey of Love

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A Sleepless Night and a Journey of Love

 

Some days in a mother’s life are not just busy – they are unforgettable journeys of love, patience, and strength. Last night was one such day for me. We had slept very late, almost around 1 AM, yet by 6 AM, I was up again. The alarm clock was my mind itself – reminding me that I had to send my elder daughter to school and my husband to the office. No matter how tired I was, my heart didn’t let me rest because my family’s day had to start smoothly.

Morning Hustle Before Maramma Jatre

I prepared breakfast and packed the snacks box for my elder one. She had only a half day at school since it was Maramma Jatre, a local festival that brings spiritual energy and cultural celebration to our town. My little angel woke up with sleepy eyes, rubbing them gently as if pleading for five more minutes of sleep. But as always, her sweet smile and cheerful spirit made the morning brighter. We laughed, teased each other, and started the day with joy instead of rush.

Soon, my elder one and husband left for school and office, leaving me with my younger one still fast asleep. That peaceful silence – right after everyone leaves – is something every mother knows. I used it wisely to finish my packing, as that very day we were leaving for our hometown.

The Packing Marathon

“Oh God,” I kept saying to myself, “there’s so much to pack!” Every mother has this invisible checklist in her head, yet somehow we always feel something is forgotten. I wanted to ensure everything was perfect, from clothes to medicines, from kids snacks to chargers – every detail mattered because the journey was 14 hours long by train.

My husband was advised by the doctor not to lift heavy luggage, so I divided everything smartly into two trolleys, one tuck-back bag, and a laptop bag. It might sound simple, but the mental load of remembering every small thing for a family trip is enormous. Yet, as mothers, we carry it with pride.

By afternoon, my elder one returned from school. I decided not to go to the shop that day – family came first. I fed both my kids a wholesome lunch and started preparing homemade food for the train journey. I wanted them to eat healthy, comforting meals – something warm from home, not station food.

A Quick Dash for Gifts and Goodbyes

In the middle of this chaos, I realized I needed to buy a gift for my niece. So I took both my kids and went out shopping. Thankfully, we finished everything within 20 minutes! Back home, I made sure the house was clean, all switches turned off, gas checked, and things safely locked before leaving for 10 – 11 days.

It’s funny – every time I leave my house, I whisper a little prayer: “Deva, protect this home, and bless our journey.”

The Rush to the Railway Station

Our cab arrived right on time. My husband was to meet us directly at the station after work. The cab driver drove quite fast, overtaking vehicles as if we were on a racetrack. In a calm yet firm tone, I told him in kannada, “Anna, namge urgent yenu ella” (Brother, we’re not in a hurry). He smiled and slowed down. It was a small but beautiful moment of human connection – a reminder that respect and kindness always travel faster than speed.

We reached the station about half an hour before my husband. I waited with my daughters in the waiting hall, watching people rush around – some emotional goodbyes, some excited reunions, and some, like me, holding onto both children and luggage, managing everything in silence.

The Challenge of Luggage and Steps

When my husband arrived, I asked him to just hold the kids hands while I managed the luggage. I was shocked when the coolie asked for almost the price of our train ticket to carry our bags! Without hesitation, I decided to carry it all myself.

There were 28 steps to climb – two trolleys, a tuck-back, and a laptop bag – and I carried them all, one by one. My husband watched with pride and a little worry, but I felt empowered. At that moment, I wasn’t just a mother or a wife – I I was my own strength. When we finally reached our platform, I took a deep breath and silently thanked Lord Ganesha for the energy.

A Train Ride Full of Emotions

Once we boarded the train, everything seemed to settle. The rhythmic sound of the train wheels always has a magical way of calming the mind. My parents kept calling repeatedly, insisting that they would pick us up and that I should drop them and take the car. I said “No,” even though my parents were heartbroken. It’s strange how love sometimes means saying no for the right reasons.

As the train started moving, my kids said they were hungry. I opened the food boxes I had packed lovingly – rotis, sabji, some sweets – we shared our meal as the train swayed gently. There’s something sacred about eating food cooked with love during a journey – it feels like home even when you’re miles away.

Motherhood Never Sleeps

After dinner, I helped my daughters settle into their berths. The younger one struggled to fall asleep, tossing and turning. It was past 2 AM, when she finally dozed off. I couldn’t open my laptop or do any pending work. My husband and I kept a close watch on our elder one, who was sleeping alone on the opposite berth. She’s 7 now – independent but still our baby. We both made sure no one disturbed her and that she didn’t roll off the seat.

As the train moved through the silent night, I stayed awake, gazing at the dimly lit compartment. I saw people of every kind – some kind-hearted, some with rough behaviour, some unhygienic, some caring. Each face told a story, each story a reflection of humanity itself.

Somewhere between exhaustion and contentment, I realized – a mother’s journey never pauses. Even in sleepless nights and heavy luggage, in forgotten items and endless checklists, there’s a quite beauty – the beauty of giving without expecting.

Reflections of Gratitude

By morning, I was still awake but my heart was full. Watching my family sleep peacefully – my husband beside me, my daughters in their blankets – I felt blessed. Life might be tiring, but it is also tender. Every challenge, every sleepless night, every bit of struggle brings us closer to the meaning of love and responsibility.

This was not just a train journey – it was a journey of motherhood, a story of endurance and care that  every woman silently lives through.

And as the first rays of dawn touched the train window, I whispered a silent prayer to Mahadev – “Thank you for the strength, thank you for this love.”

Takeaway:

Every day in a woman’s life is a story of divine balance – between duty and love, strength and softness, self-care and sacrifice. Whether you are traveling, working, or just managing your family’s routine, remember – you are enough, you are strong, and your journey itself is sacred.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maramma

11.A Day Wrapped In Devotion, Duty, and Love

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A Day Wrapped In Devotion, Duty, and Love – Balancing Life as a Mother and Healer

 

Morning Bliss and New Beginnings

The day began before the sun could rise – at 5 AM, with the peaceful silence of dawn whispering calmness into my home. The stillness of early morning always feels like a divine blessing, a moment when I connect with myself and my responsibilities. I began with my daily household chores, tidying up the house and setting the energy right for the day.

With a loving smile, I woke up my elder daughter, who had her Olympiad studies. Seeing her dedication at such a young age fills me with pride. As she studied, I prepared breakfast and lunch boxes for my husband and kids – a small act of love that feels sacred to me. I showered my love, while helping my elder baby get ready for school.

Before my younger one woke up, I spent a few moments lighting the lamp in our home shrine – whispering a soft prayer to Lord Ganesha, seeking strength and peace for the day ahead.

When my little one woke up, she came running to me with her sleepy smile – a moment that melts every mother’s heart. Showering each other with fun filled jokes, morning hours spent happily. Once everyone was ready, I sent my husband and elder daughter off to work and school with blessings and hugs.

Work Mode and Divine Start

After finishing the initial chores, I and my younger one left for our shop. As we entered, I lit a lamp before Lord Ganesha, invoking positivity and protection. The flickering flame seemed to whisper, “Have faith; today will unfold beautifully.”

However, the day had its own challenges. A client who had already postponed his appointment twice needed to be attended to. I called him for confirmation, and thankfully , he agreed to come. Soon, he arrived, and I completed his treatment successfully, thanking the divine for giving me the patience and strength to handle it well.

Afterward, I spent some precious moments playing and talking with my younger daughter – these little breaks are pure magic. We got back home in the afternoon, where I prepared ragi sari for her. Once she had it,  she peacefully drifted into sleep.

During her nap, I caught up on my pending household tasks and began packing my kids essentials for our upcoming hometown trip. The day was rolling fast, yet everything felt purposeful.

Evening Hustle and Surprising Visitors

By the time my elder daughter returned from school, the younger one had woken up, full of energy again. Both my girls began playing and laughing together. To my surprise they even cleaned the house, making it look neat and sparkling – they were expecting a special visit from my elder daughter’s best friend and her father, who were coming to invite us to a family wedding.

Watching my kids take responsibility like that made my heart swell with joy. However, I had to leave at my regular shop time – it was the first time ever that I had to leave them alone, even for just five minutes. Before leaving, I made sure they were safe, guided, and confident.

Unexpected Challenges at the Shop

When I reached the shop, I found my clients already waiting. I jumped straight into work without taking a breath. In between I called up my husband to confirm whether he has reached home or not. For my good, he had reached home within 5 minutes of me leaving. I took a deep relaxed breath, hen concentrated towards my work.

One of them was a new client referred by a known person. He insisted that the treatment be started immediately. Before beginning, I explained every step clearly – from procedure to charges. He agreed to everything. But soon, I realized why others had turned him away – his mouth opening was too limited, making it nearly impossible to work comfortably.

Many shops had only prescribed medicines and delayed treatment, but I chose to help him genuinely. For nearly two hours, I worked with utmost patience, handling his frequent interruptions and restlessness. The work was physically tough, but my sense of duty and sincerity guided me through.

However, when the procedure ended, he suddenly started talking about being a PR professional, boasting about his work. Before I could process that, he got up and said he needed to speak to the person who referred him before making the payment.

I politely reminded him that payment should be made immediately, but he ignored it and rushed out, promising to return in 10 minutes. Sadly, he never did.

It was disappointing – not just financially, but emotionally too. As a professional, I give my full heart and sincerity to each client, and moments like these test one’s patience and faith deeply.

Long Day, Long Route, and Little Angels

Even after this chaos, I attended one more old client, finishing around 10:50 PM. Then, I cleaned the clinic thoroughly – a small act of closure after a long, draining day.

As I stepped out, I realized the regular route home was blocked due to the Maramma Jatre, a local divine fair. So, I had to take a longer route, reaching home by 11:40 PM.

To my surprise, my little angels were still awake, their faces glowing with excitement. They insisted that we take them out for a walk under the bright colorful lights of the Jatre. Though exhausted, my heart softened seeing their joy.

While I was away at the shop, my husband attended the guests when he got back home. I had left everything well-prepared so that he and the kids wouldn’t face any inconvenience in my absence. The tray was set with mugs ready for coffee, and the wafers and potato chips were neatly arranged in beautiful glass serving bowls.

As my husband later shared, my daughter’s best friend’s father turned out to be a genuinely kind and warm person, and they had a heartfelt conversation. My husband truly enjoyed his company, and my daughters had a wonderful time playing and laughing with the friend.

When I finally returned home late night, my husband and kids excitedly narrated the entire evening, their, smiles reflecting the joy and warmth that filled our home even in my absence.

After having a quick dinner with my husband, we all stepped out together. The streets shimmered with festive energy – lights, music, food stalls, and laughter. Watching my kids walking under those vibrant lights felt like watching life itself glowing in divine colors.

After a short walk, we returned home. My daughters, still full of energy, jumped on the bed, danced, and laughed. Their happiness filled the air like music. I gathered them both into my arms, whispering softly, “My world begins and ends with you.”

Slowly, their eyelids drooped, their giggles faded, and soon, they were fast asleep. As I slipped into bed, a sense of calmness, gratitude, and divine peace surrounded me. The day was long, tiring, and emotional – but it was real, fulfilling, and blessed.

Reflections Before Sleep

Every day in my life feels like a balancing act between devotion, motherhood, and duty. Some days bring success, some bring challenges – but every day brings learning and grace.

As I  closed my eyes, I thanked Lord Ganesha once again – for strength, protection, and the love that keeps me grounded.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how chaotic life gets, love, faith, and family make everything worthwhile.

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10. A Day Full of Lessons, Love, and Unexpected Moments

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A Day Full of Lessons, Love, and Unexpected Moments – When Life Reminded Us What Truly Matters

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The Day That Began With Coffee and Ended With Calmness

The day began quietly, just as any other, at  a.m. The air felt soft, calm, and a little lazy. I got up, did a few household chores, and soon, the familiar sound of my husband’s footsteps joined me. The aroma of fresh coffee filled our little world as we both sat down to sip our morning dose of warmth – the kind that not only wakes you up but also connects two souls in silence before the day’s chaos begin.

A Day Full of Lessons, Love, and Unexpected Moments – When Life Reminded Us What Truly Matters

 

After a short peaceful chat, I gently woke my elder daughter. She had her Science Olympiad coming up, I wanted her morning to begin with confidence and positivity. I guided her through revision while preparing for breakfast simple yet full of care: mixed vegetable curry and soft rotis. My younger one always curious and playful, needed help with her food, while my husband lovingly fed our elder daughter.

It was one of those ordinary yet beautiful mornings that remind you how love hides in small acts – a bite fed, a word of encouragement, a shared sip of coffee.

Midday Rhythms and Comfort in Simplicity

By noon, my elder daughter continued her preparation while I moved to the kitchen again, this time making anna majjige saru (rice and seasoned buttermilk) – light, soothing, and one of those dishes that feel like a hug in a bowl. Lunch was simple but deeply satisfying. Sometimes, I feel that simple food is not just about saving time, it’s about saving peace. It gives space to breathe, reflect, and cherish moments that otherwise rush past us.

After lunch, we decided to step out to buy a new tablet for my work – something I had been postponing for a while. The afternoon sun was bright, and the streets were busy with usual sounds – cars honking, vendors calling, and people rushing.

A Moment That Shook Us

When we reached near the electronics shop, my elder daughter and I got out of the car while my husband looked for the parking. Suddenly, a loud thud broke through the noise – the kind of sound that freezes your heart before your mind even understands what happened.

An uncle had been hit by an auto-rikshaw right in front of us. We saw him tossed into the air before crashing onto the ground.

The sound of the impact still echoes in my ears. My heart raced, and instinct took over. I told my daughter to stay where she was and ran towards the injured man.

He lay on the ground, bleeding – his shirt soaked in red, his head wounded. A few people rushed to help, and we tried to lift him, but his body was limp, almost fainting. I could feel the pain, fear, and helplessness in that moment – time slowed, everything blurred.

 

The police standing near by arrived quickly, taking control of the situation. I stayed a few more seconds, making sure he was being attended to, all the while keeping an eye on my daughter, who stood still – shocked and confused.

When I walked back to her, I could see the fear in her eyes. She had witnessed something raw and real – something children are rarely prepared for. I held her close and softly explained what had happened, how important it was to always follow road safety rules, to stay alert, to understand that life can change in just a second.

She nodded, still shaken but slowly, beginning to process. When we reached back to the car, we told my husband everything. My daughter, in her innocent way, tried explaining how the “uncle flew in the air and fell down,” her little mind trying to make sense of the chaos.

The incident left us all disturbed, and I decided not to continue with the purchase. Some days, material things can wait – peace of mind cannot.

Evening Joys and the Little Things That Heal

Once home, we made ourselves some strong coffee  the kind that heals you one sip at a time. My daughters had their milk, and after some rest, we decided to lighten the mood. The Maramma Jatre, which I spoke about in my previous blog is still going on in the neighbourhood, and I thought – maybe a little laughter could help wash away the heaviness of the day.

As soon as we reached, the sounds of joy filled the air – children laughing, vendors calling out prices, lights twinkling in a thousand colors. My kids ran to play games, their laughter echoing through the evening. The crowd was huge; at one point, even mobile networks jammed, making payments difficult. But we didn’t mind – those small inconveniences felt funny now.

 

We ended our fair with our all-time favourite – gol gappa. Our usual vendor greeted us with a smile, but I laughed when I saw the prices – almost equal to the cost of an apple! That’s the charm of the fair – everything’s exaggerated, from joy to price tags.

Night Calm – The Beauty of Motherhood

We reached home a little earlier that night. I made light dinner for the kids and began the night routine – the sweet struggle every parent knows: getting children to sleep. My daughters finally drifted into dreams, one on each side of me, their tiny hands still holding me close.

I waited till their breathing became slow and peaceful before gently slipping away – a nightly ninja act every mother perfects. I cleaned the kitchen, washed the dishes, and made sure everything shined like new. It was almost midnight when I finally sat down, exhausted, my back aching, but my heart full.

Before turning off the light, I glanced at my daughters faces – calm, innocent, untouched by the world’s chaos. A wave of gratitude filled me.

There was a peaceful stillness inside me, a quiet joy that word’s can’t express. Maybe it was the feeling of safety after fear, or maybe just the contentment of living a full day – not perfect, but real.

Reflections Before Sleep

That night, as I closed my eyes, I realized something profound – life doesn’t need to be extraordinary to be meaningful. It’s the combination of the ordinary – the laughter over coffee, the simplicity of rice and seasoned buttermilk, the fear of an unexpected event, and the relief of coming home safe – that makes our days truly beautiful.

Every moment teaches us something. Some teach patience, some remind us of fragility, and some fill our hearts with quiet gratitude.

And as mothers, wives, daughters, and humans – we keep walking this path, one day at a time, learning, loving, and healing.

Final Thoughts

That day wasn’t about buying a new gadget or finishing chores – it was about living consciously. It reminded me that life is fragile, time is precious, and moments with loved ones are the most valuable things we own.

So the next time you have a quiet cup of coffee with someone you love – pause. Smile. Breathe. Because these tiny moments are what we’ll remember the most.

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9.A Family Day & Maramma Jatre

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A Family Day & Maramma Jatre

 

A Simple Saturday Morning of Togetherness

The day began at 6:00 AM – a rare, calm morning where neither my husband nor daughter had school or office. That itself felt like a blessing! We began our day with a cup of streaming filter coffee, sharing light-hearted conversations that set the perfect tone for the day. There is something magical about mornings when everyone is relaxed – no rush, no alarms, no deadlines, just laughter and aroma of fresh coffee filling the air.

A Family Day, Funfair, and Simple Joys-Ordinary Turns Beautiful

 

Our darling daughters woke up soon, full of energy and ready to explore the new day. My younger one got busy with her slime, while I helped my elder daughter prepare for her online science test and the upcoming Science Olympiad scheduled for Monday. Teaching her and watching her curiosity grow always fills me with satisfaction – motherhood is indeed a journey of rediscovering patience and love every single day.

Breakfast Bliss – The Beloved Poha

Breakfast that day was made by my husband – a beautiful plate of Poha, a light yet satisfying dish cherished across South India, Maharashtra, Karnataka, and Andhra Pradesh. Known by different names like Kandha Poha, Avalakki, or Atukula Upma, it’s more than a recipe – it’s comfort food wrapped in nostalgia.

If you’ve never tried it, here’s our family-style Poha recipe:

  1. Rinse flattened rice (poha) lightly and keep aside.
  2. In a pan, heat oil, add mustard seeds, curry leaves, and green chillies.
  3. Toss in chopped onions, a pinch of turmeric, and salt.
  4. Peanuts are optional here.
  5. Add the poha and mix gently.
  6. Garnish with coriander, lemon juice, and some freshly chopped onions in case you want Kandha Poha.

Simple yet divine – that’s the magic of Indian breakfasts!

Shop, Study and a Little Bit of Devotion

After breakfast me and my elder one headed to our shop. As always, I began by cleaning the space and lighting the diya (lamp) – a small ritual that connects me to the divine energy of Lord Ganesha and Maa Lakshmi, this keeps the place positive. While I organized things, my daughter continued her preparation for the science test.

Afternoons are often quiet, and by lunchtime, we were ready for a break. None of us had the energy to cook, so we decided to step out for a hearty South Indian lunch.

A Hearty Lunch and Family Conversations

We found a cozy restaurant near by and ordered our favourites – Masala Dosa, Rava Idli, South Indian Meals, and Onion Dosa. Though my dish didn’t turn out as I expected, I still finished it with gratitude – after all, wasting food never feels right. Sometimes it’s not about the flavor, but about the time we spend together that truly satisfies the soul.

We returned home, the kids started playing while I dozed off for a quick 10-minute bean bag nap. My husband got back to his work calls, and the house buzzed with gentle chaos – laughter, typing sounds, and the smell of coffee brewing again.

Evening Calm and Waiting at the Shop

Evenings bring their own rhythm. After our coffee, I returned to the shop to attend to my client – a sweet 9-year-old girl. Helping her brought me so much joy; I love working with children because their innocence reminds me why I chose this path.

But soon after, the place fell silent. No more clients walked in. I waited until 9:0 PM, and finally decided to close for the day. By the time I pulled down the shutter, it was 9:45 PM. The roads were crowded because of the Maramma Jatre – a grand festival and funfair happening near our home.

The Divine Maramma Jatre

The Maramma Jatre is a 3-day festival that fills our neighbourhood with lights, sounds, and devotion. Thousands of people gather together to celebrate Goddess Maramma, believed to be an avatar of Maa Parvati, the embodiment of divine feminine energy.

Maramma represents the power to protect, heal, and destroy evil – a fierce yet motherly form of Shakti. The sight of devotees singing, dancing, and offering prayers is beyond words. It’s an experience that makes you feel small in front of divine power yet deeply connected to it.

Late-Night Fun and Childlike Joy

When I reached home, my kids were already bubbling with excitement, ready to visit the funfair. Though it was already 10:20 PM, we decided to go since it was just a minute away. The atmosphere was electric – bright lights, colourful music, cheerful music, aroma of roasted corn and cotton candy, and smiling faces everywhere.

We rode the toy train, played ring and ball games, and laughed endlessly. I must confess – I’m a little scared of these rides, but watching my kids enjoy made it all worth it. Sometimes courage means smiling through fear just to see your children’s happiness.

The kids also played with toy cars, won prizes, and insisted on buying a LED writing tab. On our way back, they spotted a small vendor selling Pepe wind instruments – loud, funny, and loved by every child. I used my bargaining skills here, and luckily the seller reduced the price since she didn’t have change to return.

We stood there for a few minutes, letting them enjoy the sound – because once home, it would be too late and the neighbours asleep. Their laughter echoed under the moonlight – that sound alone made the whole day worth living.

The Night Ends with Gratitude

By midnight, we were finally home. My husband and I had dinner together while the girls played for a while longer. Soon we had to gently convince (and then firmly insist!) them to sleep.

As I tucked them into bed, my mind reflected on the day – a simple day with ups and downs, only one client at the shop, tired feet, a few missteps, but hearts full of joy. Watching my kids sleep peacefully after such a happy night filled me with gratitude.

Sometimes, happiness isn’t grand plans or achievements. It’s in sharing coffee with your partner, watching your children laugh, tasting imperfect food with a full heart, and ending the day with divine blessings nearby.

Reflections

Life doesn’t always go as planned. Some days are busy, others quiet. But every day offers small miracles – if only we pause long enough to notice them.

From morning coffee to Maramma Jatre lights, from a single client to children’s laughter – this day was a gentle reminder that joy is never missing; we just need to see it differently.

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A Day of Devotion and Grace

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A Day of Devotion and Grace: Finding Peace in Everyday Moments with Lord Ganesha

 

“When we walk with faith, even the simplest day becomes divine.”

Yesterday began differently. I woke up at 4.0 AM, when silence filled the house and the air carried that sacred stillness that only dawn holds. I had a pending work, so began early. Though I couldn’t plan everything perfectly, I reminded myself to start the day with gratitude and trust in the divine.

It was “Sankasta Chaturthi” and my fasting day. Sankasta Chaturthi, is a sacred day where we worship Lord Ganesha, fast for the full day, and in the evening once the moon raises, we do “Chandra and Lord Ganesha puja”. We break the fast post this puja. It is said, Lord Ganesha blesses the person with all the happiness and dissolves the negativity of our life.

I spent my morning time in cleaning the temple room, arranging everything for puja. With a small concern, my husband decided to bring the breakfast from outside. It wasn’t an ideal start, but somehow everything found it’s flow. I packed the lunch boxes, served food brought from outside, and made sure my husband and elder daughter ate well before leaving for the work and school.

As I watched them leave, a quiet peace settled in. Even when mornings get messy, a mother’s day always finds it’s rhythm – guided by love and faith.

Moments of Prayer and Gratitude

After they left my younger one woke up. We spent a little time together – laughing, talking softly, sharing those innocent morning smiles. Once she settled, we both went to the temple to take Lord Ganesha’s blessings.

Standing before Him, I felt a deep calmness flow through me. It was as if He whispered.

  • “Don’t worry, I’m here.”

On the way back, I picked up items for Ganesha puja.

A Mid Morning of Purity and Solitude

By 10.30 AM, we reached the shop and began to clean every corner. I polished the Ganesha idol with coconut oil, the idol is made of “BIDRI WORK” ( Bidri work is a traditional metal handicraft from Bidar, Karnataka, known for it’s stunning silver inlay on blackened alloy of zinc and copper. The process involves intricate engraving, silver inlaying, and oxidizing to create striking contrast. Symbolizing heritage, elegance, and skilled artistry, Bidriware is used in decor, jewelry, a gift, reflecting India’s timeless craftsmanship.

I performed the puja with devotion, offered banana, and waited quietly. No one joined me that afternoon, but I didn’t feel alone.

The silence itself became sacred. Maybe Ganesha wanted me to spend that time only in devotion – I felt a heart to heart connection with Him, in peace.

Later, I took my younger one home, fed her, and helped her sleep. Watching her peaceful little face filled my heart with gratitude.

Work, Fasting, and Motherly Duties

I opened my laptop to work. Since I was fasting, I only had some fruits in the afternoon. When my elder one returned from school, I was still at the laptop, balancing work and motherhood.

Later, I helped her for her Olympiad. She tried her best – her focus made me proud. In between, I prayed silently:

“May Ganesha bless her efforts and guide her steps.”

By evening, two of our neighbour girls came over. Their laughter filled the home, spreading joy like little sunbeams. We sat, talked, and shared a lighthearted time. Sometimes, happiness arrives unannounced – and it’s beautiful.

Night of Devotion and Rain Blessings

As night approached, I returned to my chores – arranging things, cleaning, preparing. I went to the shop again; one appointment case awaited me. Soon after, another couple dropped by needing help. I treated them and offered guidance.

Serving others felt like an extension of the day’s devotion – work as worship.

When I stepped out, the skies opened up.

It rained heavily – a cleansing rain, as if nature itself was blessing the earth. I rode home through the downpour, drenched but smiling. I bought some vegetables along, by the time I reached, I was completely soaked but happy.

I took  quick shower and prepared for the Ganesha puja. My husband, children, and I gathered around the altar. We lit the diya, performed Mangala Aarti, and offered modak, coconut.

The flame danced gently, reflecting on Ganesha’s serene face. In that moment, I felt very positive, emotional, calm, assuring and divine.

Reflection: The True Meaning of Devotion

The day wasn’t perfect – nothing ever is.

But I realized once again that devotion isn’t about perfection; it’s about sincerity. Every small act – cleaning, cooking, working, praying – becomes divine when done with awareness and love.

“When faith becomes part of our routine, even chaos turns into calm.”

At the end of the day, as I sat quietly, I felt both tired and fulfilled. Life is full of little tests and tiny blessings, and faith is what carries us through both.

Every ordinary day, when lived with love and surrender, becomes a sacred offering.

Final Thought

When we remember God in the middle of our daily responsibilities, He turns even the simplest tasks into prayers.

Let’s carry that calmness forward – because devotion isn’t somewhere outside us; it’s right  here, in the way we live, love, and serve.

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8. When Nothing Seems to Work, But Faith Holds You Strong

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When Nothing Seems to Work, But Faith Holds You Strong

 

Some mornings begin with a strange calmness – the kind that hides quite lessons within ordinary moments. My day started at 4.0 AM, just like every other day, with a routine so familiar it felt mechanical. Yet deep inside, I sensed that something about this day would feel different.

Early Morning: The Quiet Start

My elder daughter missed her swimming session today, and though it seemed like a small thing, it changed the rhythm of my morning. I prepared a simple breakfast and lunch box, packed everything neatly, and watched my husband and daughter head off to their respective places. As the door clicked shut, silence filled the room – a silence that both comforted and unsettled me.

To lift my spirits, I gave myself a little fashion uplift – sometimes, changing how you look changes how you feel. I sat down with my laptop, completed a few pending tasks, and then took my younger daughter along to my shop.

The first thing I always do there is cleaning and lighting the lamp. It’s more than a ritual; it’s my moment of connection with Lord Ganesha, my silent companion in every up and down of my personal and professional journey.

Late Morning: A Client and a clouded Mind

When Nothing Seems to Work

 

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After working working on my laptop for an hour, my first client arrived – a man who had pre-booked an appointment. For the next two hours, I poured my effort, skill, and focus into the treatment. It felt good to be productive, but once he left, an uncomfortable reality returned.

There was another client – one who had taken a big service and never paid. The money he owned wasn’t just a number; it was what I needed to pay others who trusted me. I dialed his number again and again, but there was only silence. That silence echoed deep inside me, reminding me how fragile small business can be.

Afternoon: Routine and Restlessness

When I got home, my younger daughter was sleepy. I tucked her in for a nap and continued my household chores – the never-ending cycle of folding clothes, arranging things, and cleaning corners. My elder one came back from school, cheerful as ever, and practiced a bit of skating. Her energy filled the house, and for a brief while, I forgot the stress of the day.

But as the afternoon turned into evening, my headache worsened. My thoughts kept circling to my shop – the quiet rooms, the empty chairs, the dwindling number of clients. Running a shop is not just about business;  it’s about emotional endurance. Each empty day feels like a silent test of faith.

Evening: Small Signs of Hope

By the time evening arrived, only one person came by the clinic. He needed pain medication but didn’t take any treatment. Still, I helped him the best I could. There were no big earnings that day, no new bookings.

But yesterday, something interesting had happened – two young girls had come to me asking for a job at the clinic. They wanted to earn, assist, and grow. That small interaction stayed with me. Maybe it was a sign of new beginnings, a reminder from Lord Ganesha that not all growth is visible right away.

Night: Silence and Faith

I closed the shop early that night, around 9 PM, and went home. My husband and I shared a quite dinner together. After that, I spent I spent some time with my darling daughters before tucking them into bed. The house soon became still, but sleep refused to come to me.

My mind replayed every moment – the early morning rush, the quiet shop, the unpaid client, the headache, the uncertainty. Yet, beneath all that worry, there was a calm inner voice whispered – Trust the process.

I looked at the small Ganesha idol on my bedside table and whispered a prayer.

“Dear Lord, guide me through this. Give me strength to wait and faith to believe.”

Sometimes, that’s all we can do – wait, trust, and move forward one step at a time.

Reflections: What This Day Taught Me

Running a business, managing a home, raising kids – it’s not easy. There are days when you feel powerful, and there are days when everything feels like it’s slipping away.

But I’ve realized something important; Faith is not just belief in God- it’s belief in yourself. It’s knowing that every setback is temporary and that divine timing has its own logic.

Even though my shop was quiet, even though I was tired and disheartened, there were blessings scattered throughout the day –

  • My daughters laughter.
  • The peace of my morning puja.
  • The two girls looking for work, bringing new energy.
  • The quite dinner with my husband.

These little things might seem ordinary, but they’re the threads that keep life beautifully stitched together.

Closing Thoughts: Trust the Timing

I know that tomorrow will begin again at 4:30 AM – with alarms, cooking, packing, and rushing. I’ll go back to the shop, clean, light the lamp, and start once more. Because that’s what faith teaches us: to rise again, even when the world seems still.

Maybe business will improve, maybe it will take time – but I know Lord Ganesha is listening. I just need to keep working, keep praying, and keep believing.

For now, I rest in the comfort of that belief – that every quiet day is only a pause before a louder, brighter tomorrow.

One Thing To Help You Grow Strong in Faith When Everything Seems Hopeless” — an uplifting faith article showing how holding onto faith anchors you even in the hardest storms. http://Read the full devotional on Medium (Faith in Hard Times)