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

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.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/what-really-matters