CRUX OF LIFE

The rhythmic movement of the train, the constant hum of conversations, the occasional cries of babies, fill the compartment. A father walks up and down the aisle, gently rocking his crying child, trying to calm him. It all feels familiar, yet different. Sitting in the Rajdhani Express to Goa with my parents, I find myself lost in a stream of memories. There’s something special about train journeys. They aren’t just about getting from one place to another; they carry stories, emotions, and nostalgia. As I glance at the kids in the nearby berths—laughing, climbing up and down, fighting over the window seat—I can’t help but be reminded of my own childhood travels. The excitement of summer vacations, the thrill of hopping from one berth to another, the joy of watching the scenery shift from city to hills and plains. As I watch the changing landscape outside, another journey from long ago comes rushing back to me. The last time I traveled to Goa by train to my maternal uncle...

I have written about gratitude in some of my earlier posts as well. I write about it again today, because I feel its extremely underrated tool towards betterment. I feel that people nowadays tend to complain a lot, and sometimes they have valid reasons to do so.  I agree with their concerns but I wonder if they are looking at the bigger picture. I am not immune to complaining and cribbing either.. I am no saint and things do affect me.  But, I learnt early in my life that appreciating the little things in life helps us be not dissappointed and we tend to get pleasantly surprised often with the gifts that life brings to us. By keeping our hearts open we discover that the world gives us back more than we expect.  Gratitude is a calming balm for our mind and heart, reminding us that even in uncertain times, there is always something to be thankful for.  Some of my previous posts around the same theme : Navigating disappointments with Grace THORN BUSH has ROSES.. :) Rout...