Dear Amma, I’m writing you this because I don’t know how to express these words on the phone. When we get together, sometimes, my throat locks up. My chest cavity caves in on itself. The dormant cinnabar in my gut starts to boil and sputters everywhere.
I don't have the words yet to describe all the years of wisdom and life lessons you've encapsulated in very few words... For all of us struggling with the resource of ourselves and articulating it to the one whose opinion of us we hold hold dear and are affected by. I hope your family realises what a compassionate, considerate gem you are ♥️♥️
thank you for sharing this rishi. its so intimate and relatable on a deep level
I don't have the words yet to describe all the years of wisdom and life lessons you've encapsulated in very few words... For all of us struggling with the resource of ourselves and articulating it to the one whose opinion of us we hold hold dear and are affected by. I hope your family realises what a compassionate, considerate gem you are ♥️♥️