My heart brims with joy as I fly down to my daughter’s home in Bangalore.
Joy in the happiness that will light up baby Arham’s face when he sees me.
Joy in our love as he wraps his thin arms around my neck in a tight hug.
Joy in his delight as I feed him small bites of chocolate pancakes.
Joy in our camaraderie as I sip my tea and he drinks his from a tiny cup.
Joy in the fun when we dig out dinosaurs and rocks from his sand pit.
Joy in his wonder as I act out the stories I’ve written for him.
Joy in my chats with Tanvi as we catch up on everything and nothing.
Joy in the conversations with Garvit as he explains the latest AI innovations to me.
And the deepest joy of all—witnessing the beautiful harmony of my daughter and her family.
Being Meeta 
The flow of the post says it all. When you approach anything with joy, it manifests manifold and permeates into every pore of your being.Sent from my iPhone
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