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  • A Lesson on Gratitude from My Child

    A Lesson on Gratitude from My Child

    There is something magical about childhood.

    A phase where happiness does not need a reason, where laughter is effortless, and where even the smallest moments feel enough. As children, we never searched for peace, validation, or happiness outside ourselves. We simply lived. Freely. Lightly. Purely.

    Maybe that is why childhood feels so beautiful in our memories — because the heart, at that age, knows how to stay untouched by comparison, pressure, and the constant need to prove something to the world.

    Yesterday, while sitting beside the swimming pool watching my son during his class, life quietly reminded me of this truth again.

    He has learned swimming through different coaches over time, but most of his confidence in water has come from his father, who patiently taught him, encouraged him, and stood beside him throughout the journey.

    In the middle of the class, he suddenly looked at me and said,

    “Mama, do you trust Papa?”

    I smiled and replied, “Of course.”

    Then came the simplest yet most powerful sentence:

    “Then you should also learn swimming from him only. He taught me too. Trust me, Papa is the best.”

    And in that innocent moment, I witnessed something deeply beautiful.

    It was not just a child praising his father. It was gratitude being expressed in its purest form. No filters. No formality. Just love, trust, admiration, and security flowing naturally from the heart.

    Children do not complicate emotions the way adults often do. They feel deeply, express honestly, and find happiness effortlessly in the people they love.

    That small conversation stayed with me long after we returned home.

    It reminded me that perhaps happiness was never something far away. Maybe it has always existed quietly within us — in trust, in togetherness, in feeling safe around our people, and in appreciating what we already have.

    The world suddenly feels softer when seen through the eyes of a child.

    And sometimes, the greatest life lessons do not come from books, experiences, or motivational talks.

    Sometimes, they come from a tiny voice beside a swimming pool saying, “Trust me, Papa is the best.”

  • When the Monsoon Arrives, My Soul Feels Home

    There is something about the monsoon that I cannot quite explain.

    It is not just the rain.
    It is not just the cool breeze, the greenery, the cloudy skies or the smell of wet earth.

    It is a feeling.

    Raining

    A feeling that quietly enters my heart and makes everything feel a little softer, a little calmer, a little more beautiful.

    Monsoon has always been my favourite season. And every year, when those first clouds gather in the sky and the rain begins to fall, something inside me changes. I become happier. More relaxed. More loving. More content.

    It almost feels as if my soul takes a deep breath and says, “Finally… you are here.”

    I love watching the rain fall outside my window. I love the way the trees suddenly look greener, the roads become shiny, the skies become dramatic and even the smallest things in nature seem to come alive.

    The birds look happier.
    The peacocks feel more majestic.
    The leaves dance with every breeze.
    And the entire world seems to wear a different shade of beauty.

    Perhaps that is what I love most about the monsoon—it changes the way I see everything.

    Even music feels different.

    I have always been passionate about music, but when it rains, every song somehow sounds more soulful. The melodies feel deeper. The lyrics feel closer. A familiar song suddenly carries an entirely new emotion.

    Give me rain, greenery, a beautiful song and a little time to myself—and I honestly don’t need much more.

    There is a strange sense of completeness in these moments.

    I feel peaceful.
    I feel satisfied.
    I feel grateful.
    I feel… fabulous.

    And here is something I have personally noticed—and I may sound a little funny saying this—but I genuinely feel there are fewer clashes, fewer arguments and fewer unnecessary discussions during monsoon.

    Maybe it is just me.

    Or maybe rain really does have some magical power over our moods.

    Because when the monsoon is around, I feel more patient. More relaxed. Less bothered by little things. There is this quiet happiness sitting somewhere inside my heart, making everything feel lighter.

    The world may still be exactly the same.

    But somehow, I am different.

    I don’t know whether it is the weather, the rain, the greenery, the music, the smell of the earth or simply the memories that this season carries.

    Maybe it is all of it.

    India during the monsoon is a different kind of beautiful.

    The hills turn green.
    The trees become fuller.
    The skies become poetic.
    The peacocks dance.
    The rain washes away the dust.
    And for a few beautiful months, nature seems to slow down and breathe.

    Perhaps that is why so many of us wait for this season.

    We wait for the first rain.

    We wait to feel that cool breeze on our face.

    We wait for chai by the window, long drives in the rain, music playing a little louder, greenery everywhere and those little moments that somehow become memories.

    For me, monsoon is not just a season on the calendar.

    It is an emotion.

    It is happiness without a reason.

    It is peace without an explanation.

    It is music sounding sweeter.

    It is nature looking more alive.

    It is the feeling of being completely, beautifully content.

    And maybe that is why, every year, when the clouds arrive and the rain begins…

    I don’t just watch the monsoon.

    I feel it.

    Deeply.

    Completely.

    With all my heart.

    Because somewhere between the raindrops, the greenery, the music and the smell of wet earth, I find a version of myself that feels the most alive.

    The happiest me.
    The most peaceful me.
    The monsoon me.     🌧️💚

  • Guru Purnima: A Heart Full of Gratitude

    Some relationships are given to us by birth. Some are gifted to us as we grow. Some enter our lives through destiny. But every one of them has something in common—they become our gurus.

    On this Guru Purnima, I found myself reflecting on who my real gurus are. The answer was not one person. It was a beautiful journey of people who have held my hand, corrected me, encouraged me, and silently shaped the person I am today.

    The very first guru in every person’s life is their mother. The moment she gives birth to us, she begins teaching us without expecting anything in return. She teaches us love, trust, kindness, patience, and the meaning of unconditional care.

    Standing beside her is our father. Together, our parents become the greatest gurus of our lives. They teach us to walk, to speak, to dream, to fall, and most importantly, to rise again. They introduce us to values, discipline, compassion, and faith. It is through them that many of us first learn to fold our hands in prayer and recognise the presence of God.

    As we grow, our circle of gurus expands. Our grandparents, siblings, relatives, teachers, friends, mentors, and every person who leaves us with a valuable lesson becomes a guide in our journey. Every classroom lesson, every mistake corrected, and every encouraging word shapes our future.

    For a woman, life brings another beautiful chapter after marriage.

    A girl enters a new family and gradually grows into a woman, embracing new responsibilities and new relationships. In this journey, her father-in-law, mother-in-law, and husband become her guides in many ways. They support her, teach her, encourage her, and help her grow into a stronger version of herself. Their place in her life becomes deeply meaningful, adding another layer of gratitude to her heart.

    Then comes another extraordinary teacher—our child.

    People often say parents teach children. But anyone who has experienced parenthood knows that children teach us just as much. They teach us patience, forgiveness, curiosity, resilience, unconditional love, and the joy of living in the present. Every smile, every innocent question, and every tiny achievement reminds us to become better human beings.

    Life also blesses us with gurus in every field.

    The mentor who guides our career. The trainer who strengthens our body. The yoga instructor who teaches balance. The financial mentor who teaches us to manage our wealth wisely. The spiritual guide who brings us closer to inner peace. The doctor who helps us heal. The colleague who shares experience. Even a stranger can become our guru by teaching us a lesson that stays with us forever.

    The truth is, learning never stops.

    Every success teaches gratitude. Every failure teaches resilience. Every challenge teaches courage. Every mistake becomes a teacher if we are willing to learn.

    Above all stands the Supreme Guru—God.

    God may not always appear before us, but He reaches us through people. Whenever we need guidance, He sends someone into our lives—a parent, a teacher, a mentor, a friend, or even a stranger—to show us the right path. His blessings often arrive in the form of human beings who illuminate our journey when we need it the most.

    Today, when I look back at my life, I realise how fortunate I am.

    My parents, my teachers, my siblings, my family, my father-in-law, my mother-in-law, my husband, my child, my mentors, my trainers, my financial guides, my spiritual teachers, and everyone who has ever taught me something—each of them has contributed to the person I am today.

    My heart is peaceful because I know I have never walked alone. At every stage of life, God placed the right guru beside me.

    On this sacred occasion of Guru Purnima, I bow my head with humility and gratitude before every soul who has guided me—knowingly or unknowingly.

    Thank you for your wisdom. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you for helping me become a better human being.

    Happy Guru Purnima.

    May we never stop learning, never stop growing, and never stop expressing gratitude to every guru who lights our path.

  • The Art of Noticing Life


    There is something quietly beautiful about life when you choose to really look at it.
    Not the loud kind of beauty. Not the kind that demands attention. But the soft, everyday kind—hidden in ordinary moments, waiting to be noticed.


    Life keeps offering us chances.
    To begin again.
    To try differently.
    To fail gently.
    To learn slowly.
    To grow unexpectedly.

    Live in the moment…!!!

    And in each of these moments, we are given a choice—not just of action, but of perception.
    We can look at what is missing.
    Or we can notice what is already here.
    The same life can feel empty or full depending on how we hold it.


    A glass with water halfway is never just a glass.


    It becomes a reflection of the mind observing it.
    Half empty. Half full.
    The difference is not in the glass—it is in the gaze.
    And when the gaze softens, life begins to expand.


    Small things start to matter again.
    A morning breeze.
    A quiet laugh.
    A moment of stillness between thoughts.


    I often find myself drawn to children.
    There is something deeply grounding about them.
    They are not elsewhere.
    Not in yesterday.
    Not in tomorrow.
    They exist completely in now.


    A simple moment is enough to fill them.
    A small joy is enough to light them up.
    They don’t accumulate happiness—they experience it, fully and instantly.
    And maybe that is what we forget as we grow.


    We begin to live ahead of ourselves. Or behind ourselves. Rarely here.
    But peace doesn’t live in the past or the future.
    It lives only in the present moment we are willing to notice.


    So perhaps the lesson is simple.
    To return.
    To soften.
    To see again.
    To feel again.


    To become a little more like we once were—before we learned to overthink happiness instead of just living it.
    Because life is not waiting to become beautiful someday.


    It already is.
    In small, quiet, ordinary ways.

  • The Underrated Superpower: Why Gratitude Changes Everything

    I am Greatful…!!!

    We live in a world that constantly tells us what we are missing. Every advertisement, social media feed, and modern pressure points us toward the next thing: a better car, a bigger house, more success, or a different lifestyle. It is incredibly easy to fall into the trap of complaining about what we don’t have.

    But recently, I’ve experienced a profound shift in my own life. I realized that we drastically underestimate the absolute power of a single human trait: gratitude.

    ​When we step away from a mindset of lack and start focusing on what we do have, everything changes.

    Shifting from Scarcity to Abundance

    ​Think about the things we take for granted every single day. Fresh water to drink. Clean air to breathe. A roof over our heads. When we stop to genuinely thank God—or the universe—for these fundamental blessings, our perspective flips.

    ​Instead of feeling like we are falling short, we suddenly realize we have more than we could ever deserve. Gratitude transforms our baseline from scarcity to abundance. It doesn’t mean our daily problems or challenges magically vanish, but it does something better: it shrinks them. When you count your blessings, even the heaviest problems suddenly look small and manageable.

    A Universal Human Need

    ​Gratitude isn’t just an internal feeling; it is the glue that holds our relationships together.

    ​Think about our parents. They have sacrificed so much for us, and naturally, they hope to see a sense of gratefulness and appreciation from us in return. It’s a beautiful, reciprocal cycle. Just as our parents look for that appreciation, we naturally expect it from others in our lives, too.

    ​When gratitude is present, relationships thrive. When it’s missing, resentment grows. It truly is a vital personality trait that should be present in every single human being.

    ​“Gratitude turns what we have into enough.”

    Making the Practice Daily

    The habit of thankfulness is a muscle we have to actively build. If we spend our lives just waiting for the next big thing, we will always be chasing a moving target. But if we can look around right now, in this very moment, and appreciate what is already in front of us, we unlock true contentment.

    ​Let’s stop complaining about what is missing and start celebrating what is present.

    ​What about you?

    ​What is one small blessing you are thankful for today? Let me know in the comments below—let’s start counting our blessings together!

  • Between Heart and Mind

    Life becomes the most difficult when the choices in front of us are both meaningful.

    BALANCE

    Sometimes, both paths feel right. One touches the heart deeply, while the other makes sense logically. One gives emotional comfort, the other gives practical stability. And standing between the two often feels exhausting because no matter what we choose, a part of us stays connected to the option we leave behind.

    I have realized that emotions are natural. Every human carries them differently. We love, we attach, we care, we overthink — and that is what makes us human. But practicality is something entirely different. It is not something we are born with. It is something life slowly teaches us through experiences, disappointments, maturity, responsibilities, and growth.

    Over time, I have understood that being practical does not mean becoming emotionless. It simply means learning how to protect your peace, your future, and your inner stability while still respecting your feelings.

    Personally, I have often chosen practical decisions over emotional ones. Not because emotions were absent, but because emotions alone cannot always build a peaceful life. Sometimes the strongest decision is the one that hurts a little today but saves you tomorrow.

    And honestly, I do not think life is about choosing between heart and mind completely. I think the real balance lies in allowing both to coexist. A healthy soul needs emotional softness, but it also needs practical strength.

    Because emotions keep us human,
    and practicality helps us survive.

    And maybe true maturity is learning when to listen to the heart,
    and when to let the mind lead the way.

  • Sometimes Being Immature Is the Most Mature Thing

    Carefree Kids🥰

    There was a time when happiness was simple.
    A candy could make us smile for hours.
    A rainy day meant dancing without worrying about getting wet.
    A small surprise felt magical.


    We laughed loudly, cried honestly, forgave quickly, and loved purely.


    Then slowly… life happened.
    Responsibilities increased.
    Overthinking became normal.
    Stress replaced excitement.
    And somewhere between growing up and becoming “mature,” many of us forgot how to simply feel happy.


    Lately, while watching my nine-year-old child grow, I realized something deeply beautiful.
    As a mother, I have witnessed every emotion of his journey — his happiness, sadness, excitement, innocence, mischief, fears, and dreams. A mother silently becomes the keeper of all those little moments.


    And through him, I understood something about life:
    The secret to happiness is to never stop being a child from inside.


    No matter what age we are — 30, 40, 50, or 60 — if our heart still knows how to stay pure, excited, curious, emotional, playful, and full of wonder… life feels lighter.


    Children teach us things that adulthood slowly takes away:


    How to laugh without reason
    How to enjoy small things
    How to forgive quickly
    How to live in the present
    How to love without conditions
    How to express emotions honestly


    Sometimes, remaining a little “immature” is actually the most mature thing.


    Because maturity is not about becoming serious all the time.
    True maturity is protecting your softness in a world that constantly tries to harden you.
    I genuinely believe that people with a childlike heart carry a different kind of energy. They spread warmth. They make others smile. They enjoy life more deeply because they still know how to feel joy in ordinary moments.


    And the most beautiful part?
    Even if this childlike happiness does not come naturally anymore… we can practice it.


    Yes, happiness can be practiced.
    Practice smiling more.
    Practice dancing randomly.
    Practice enjoying sunsets.
    Practice laughing loudly.
    Practice being silly with your loved ones.
    Practice finding excitement in little things again.


    Because slowly, what feels like practice becomes a habit.
    And one day, you suddenly realize that your heart feels lighter again.


    You start living instead of merely existing.
    And when your soul feels happy, peaceful, and playful from within, you naturally spread that happiness to everyone around you too.
    So today, I just want to remind you of one thing:


    Don’t let the world make you lose your inner child.
    Stay soft.
    Stay pure.
    Stay excited about life.
    Stay a little naughty.
    Stay emotionally alive.


    Because being like a kid from inside is not immaturity…
    It is freedom.

  • When Memories Become a Place We Revisit Again and Again

    There are certain evenings when the weather becomes soft, breezy, peaceful… and somehow the heart automatically starts travelling backwards.
    Back to old conversations.
    Old photographs.
    Old videos.
    Old moments that once felt ordinary, but today feel priceless.

    And lately, I have realized something about myself.

    I truly love revisiting memories.

    Not casually.
    Not once in a while.
    But deeply.

    I can watch the same video ten times and still smile at the same second.
    I can look at the same photograph again and again and still feel the emotion attached to it.
    Sometimes my friends laugh at me.
    My husband often says, “How can you watch the same photos and videos so many times?”

    But the truth is… every time I revisit them, I do not just see the memory.
    I feel it again.

    The laughter.
    The comfort.
    The warmth.
    The innocence of that exact moment.

    And maybe that is the beauty of memories — they allow us to emotionally travel through time.

    Some moments leave such a deep imprint on our hearts that they quietly become a part of us forever. In fact, I have watched some photographs and videos so many times that today, if someone simply mentions that moment, I instantly remember the feeling attached to it. The memory becomes alive within seconds.

    That is when I realized something beautiful:

    Capturing moments is not about living behind the camera. It is about giving ourselves another chance to relive happiness someday.

    And honestly, I love people who capture memories.

    These days when I see children constantly recording videos, clicking random pictures, making little clips of daily life, I no longer see it as “too much.”
    Instead, I think:

    One day these moments will become treasures for them.

    Years later, they may sit quietly on a rainy evening, open an old gallery, and suddenly smile at a forgotten moment that once made their heart happy.

    And isn’t that magical?

    I still remember our childhood days when photographs were not unlimited.
    We had those old Kodak roll cameras where every picture mattered because the film roll had limited space.
    We used to wait excitedly for the photographs to get printed. Every click carried value.

    Today technology has completely changed the way we preserve life.

    Now we can instantly capture anything — a smile, a sunset, a family dinner, a random laugh, a sleepy child, a small victory, a peaceful morning.

    Yes, technology has its negatives too.
    But somewhere, in this beautiful way, it has helped us preserve emotions.

    A small video today can become emotional medicine tomorrow.

    Of course, I am not saying every single moment should be photographed. Some moments are meant to be lived fully without screens. But there are certain memories… certain people… certain phases of life… that deserve to be safely kept close to our hearts.

    Because time passes silently.

    Children grow up.
    People change.
    Homes change.
    Voices change.
    Life changes.

    But photographs and videos hold tiny pieces of time that never return again.

    And maybe that is why I feel so connected to photography, videography, and cinematography.
    I genuinely love capturing moments.
    I love getting clicked.
    I love saving emotions.
    I love preserving life in little frames.

    Because one day, when life feels too fast or too heavy, those memories softly remind us:

    You lived this.
    You smiled here.
    You were loved here.
    You were happy here.

    So today, I just want to say this —

    Take out your old albums sometime.
    Open those forgotten folders in your phone.
    Watch those old videos sitting quietly.
    Revisit the moments you once lived wholeheartedly.

    And then notice how beautifully memories can make the heart smile again.

    Because sometimes…
    memories are not meant to be left behind.

    Sometimes they are meant to be revisited, cherished, and felt all over again. 🤍

  • Music — My Personal Healing Therapy

    As I wrote in one of my Blog that in today’s fast-moving life, I truly feel that every person should have something in their routine that is deeply connected to their heart. Something that gives peace, comfort, motivation, and emotional healing. We all get tired mentally sometimes — from responsibilities, emotions, work pressure, expectations, or simply from life itself. And during those moments, small things often become our biggest support system.

    For me, that support system has always been music.

    Listening to songs is not just a hobby for me; it is something much deeper than that. Music has been a constant companion in every phase of my life. Whether I am happy, emotional, stressed, upset, overthinking, or simply sitting quietly doing nothing, music somehow always understands my mood better than words.

    The beautiful thing about music is that it connects differently with every individual. Some people connect with beats, some with melodies, and some with lyrics.

    For me, lyrics hold a very special place. I strongly believe that lyrics are deeply personal because every person relates to different words depending on their emotions, personality, experiences, and situations in life.

    Sometimes, a song says exactly what our heart is feeling when we ourselves cannot express it properly.

    That is the magic of music.

    From my childhood till today, I have shared a very strong bond with songs. I have always been a huge Bollywood music lover, and honestly, Bollywood songs carry so many emotions within them — love, hope, heartbreak, motivation, memories, peace, and happiness. Every mood has a song, and every song carries a different world within itself.

    One more beautiful thing about my connection with music is that it has supported me not only emotionally but also throughout my studies and learning journey. From childhood itself, I always loved listening to music while studying practical subjects. During my 10th standard, 12th standard, and even during my Chartered Accountancy course preparation, music became my silent study partner.

    I still remember how my friends used to get surprised and ask me, “How can you listen to songs and study or practice at the same time?” But for me, music never distracted me — instead, it helped me focus better. While solving accounts, practicing numerical questions, or studying maths, listening to music felt almost meditative. It made long study hours feel lighter, calmer, and more enjoyable.

    Somehow, music always balanced my mind and helped me stay connected with my work without feeling mentally exhausted.

    Looking back now, I truly feel that music was not just entertainment for me during those years — it was like a form of therapy and support system that stayed beside me during stressful academic phases as well.

    And maybe that is why even today, I strongly believe that music is truly a kind of medicine for the soul and mind.

    Whenever life feels overwhelming, music becomes my escape. Just putting on my favorite playlist instantly changes my mood and energy. It feels as if songs quietly heal the mind without asking any questions. Sometimes we do not need advice, conversations, or explanations — we simply need music.

    And I think that is why music is beautiful.

    It allows us to feel deeply, heal slowly, and reconnect with ourselves again.

    In a world where everyone is constantly rushing, I genuinely feel people should spend a little time doing what truly makes their heart feel light and peaceful. For some it may be painting, dancing, writing, travelling, cooking, or reading. For me, it will always be music.

    Because music is not just sound for me.

    It is therapy.
    It is comfort.
    It is emotion.
    It is healing.
    It is home.

    And no matter what phase of life I am in, listening to songs will always remain my cup of tea.

  • Real Happiness is following Your Heart

    Happy Flower🌼

    Happiness means something different for everyone—whether man or woman, young or old.

    For some, it’s dancing, music, working out, or crunching numbers. For others, it’s spending time with kids, cooking, gardening, meeting friends, going on road trips, solo bike rides, driving, or even playing cards.


    Whatever it is—your passion, hobby, or the activity that makes your soul feel fulfilled—it’s the moment when you are genuinely happy, without any guilt or regret. Those moments are the best part of the day, and I truly believe everyone should regularly give themselves that gift.


    In today’s fast-paced, connected world, our hearts, minds, and bodies need these pockets of genuine joy. It’s essential to provide ourselves with positive energy, just like we nurture the plants we care for.

    When I water my plants or tend to my garden, I realize that plants, too, need love, attention, and care. Similarly, we as individuals need self-care, love, and nurturing.


    The best way to do that? Follow your heart. Dedicate time to that one hobby or passion that makes you feel relaxed, complete, and alive. That, I believe, is the true nature of happiness.


    I’d love to hear your thoughts! What activities make your heart truly happy? Let’s share and inspire each other.

  • When Relationships Stop Needing Judgment, They Start Breathing Again

    There are some movies that entertain us for a few hours.
    And then there are some that quietly stay within us long after the screen goes dark.

    Recently, I watched a deeply emotional family movie with my family, and somewhere between the dialogues, the silence, the emotions, and the unsaid feelings, one thought stayed with me constantly:

    Why are close relationships becoming emotionally distant despite people still loving each other?

    The more I reflected on it, the more I realized that maybe relationships are not fading because people have stopped caring.

    Maybe they are fading because understanding is being replaced by judgment.

    As children, most of us listened without questioning much. We accepted things easily because we had innocence more than logic. But as we grow up, we develop our own understanding, experiences, emotions, and viewpoints. At the same time, our parents and elders also hold on to their own life experiences, values, and beliefs built over decades.

    And somewhere in between, differences begin.

    **Not necessarily because someone is wrong.

    But because everyone is seeing life from a different window.**

    One person speaks from experience.
    Another speaks from emotion.
    Someone reacts from fear.
    Someone responds from logic.

    **Different perspectives do not make people bad.

    They simply make them different.**

    And yet, every person believes they are protecting what feels right to them.

    The real damage in relationships often begins the moment differences turn into judgments.

    The moment we start labeling people —
    “You never understand,”
    “You are wrong,”
    “You have changed,”
    “You don’t care” —

    relationships slowly lose their softness.

    Conversations become debates.
    Silence becomes distance.
    And ego quietly replaces warmth.

    What if, instead of trying to prove who is right, we simply tried to understand why the other person feels the way they do?

    **Not every disagreement needs a winner.

    Not every difference needs a verdict.**

    Sometimes relationships survive not because people think alike, but because they choose not to judge each other harshly.

    Judgment is one of the most emotionally exhausting habits we carry today.

    We judge people too quickly — their choices, reactions, silence, boundaries, opinions, even their way of loving.

    But every person carries experiences we may never fully know.

    And perhaps peace — both within ourselves and within our relationships — begins the moment we stop turning differences into character judgments.

    **People can think differently and still love deeply.

    People can disagree and still deserve respect.**

    **Understanding creates connection.

    Judgment creates distance.**

    Maybe relationships do not need more perfection.
    Maybe they simply need more compassion, patience, softer listening, and less judgment.

    Because the moment judgment leaves, understanding finally gets space to enter.

    And maybe that is what keeps relationships alive.