This morning…after days of fog-heavy winter silence,

sunlight finally finds my face—gentle, unhurried, almost apologetic.

A cold breeze moves through my hair,and somehow that contrast makes the warmth feel even more precious.

I lie on the charpai,eyes closed, doing nothing at all—just feeling.

Sun on my skin..Breeze in my hair…A lazy Sunday unfolding slowly.

Nearby, my parents’ voices drift in—soft conversations about my daughter’s upcoming visit.

Plans, worries, excitement.The kind of care that wraps itself around youbefore you even realise you need it.In this moment, I feel complete.

Blessed.

Because my parents are still here,thinking about my well-being more than I ever think about my own.Because in a few weeks,I will be holding my children again.And my mind wanders—

what does it really mean

to feel blessed? Is it the big things? The milestones, the transformations, the dramatic turns life takes?

Or is it this—small, quiet, ordinary momentsthat ask for nothing…yet give you everything?

I think blessings are relative.

What feels extraordinary to one..may be routine to another.

For parents and children living apart,a single hug is a blessing.

For someone hungry, a plate of hot, nourishing food ..is nothing short of grace.

And for someone like me—lost on a long journey,..with a bladder about to burst—finding a clean washroom in the middle of nowhere..is absolutely a blessing too.😃

So yes, this moment—this sunlight, this breeze,..this charpai, these voices—is a blessing.

We just need to pause long enough..to look around

and realise ..how many reasons there are

to feel one.

— Suvi’s Scribbles ✨