“Sometimes, the most beautiful experience with a flower is brief.”

In my last post, I wrote about reading Ingrid F. Lee’s book Joyful & experimenting with accessing joy through little, tangible things. I also wrote about an early memory of being delighted by a playful activity.

One time my naani, my maternal grandmother, had us kids make little plates and cups from the kind of kneaded dough that Indian rotis (flatbreads) are made of. Later, we baked these in the hot Delhi sun to create miniature utensils.

It was a delightful act and one of my ea...