My grandmother muttered something in Tamil shaking her head in disbelief and
went inside. My aunt smiled and patted my father signalling, she is all yours. When both
of them were out of the room my dad laughed out loud.
The poem celebrates the beauty and magic of love. It seeks to tell the reader to look for this miracle within, rather than seek it outside. Most often, our human minds equate happiness with material things, but such happiness only gives fleeting moments of joy. The most important blessing in life is to experience love (not just a romantic relationship but love in any form). The happiness that comes from feeling true and pure love is worth all the treasures of the world.
Love is not always about the opposite gender. Pure love is everywhere and subtle. What you need is to have that heart to feel and reflect through it. It could be a teacher-student affection or ones who never returned. Not necessary the everyday dosage. Read this beautiful narration through a teacher’s lens.
