A Slice of Life: Every Person Has a Story

by Smita Das Jain

I am also comfortable with the several unanswered questions, realising that it is an integral part of the spiritual evolution process.

Home is where one is complete.

The warm water comforted me enough to put my other foot forward. I slowly sat down.

Those who know me will always care for me unreservedly.”

“You should laugh more often. It makes you look even prettier.”

I stared at her. Prerna’s eyes were reflecting the love I felt in my heart.

I had forgotten that while man can propose, God has the power to dispose.

Home, I realised now, was anywhere the heart slept in peace.

The home was where one unpacked one’s cares and settled them into the wardrobe with one’s clothes. It was where one was complete.