Walking by the lake, I’m struck by the ducks gliding effortlessly across the water 🦆. It’s a beautiful sight. But then, sadness creeps in, like dark clouds gathering above. I remember the mulberry tree we had to cut down, it felt like losing a piece of home. 🪵 🏡 Yet, as I watch the students laughing nearby living a life with innocence in heart, I’m reminded of hope👩🏻💻📓✍🏻💡. Their joy contrasts sharply with my heaviness. What is hope, I wonder, when everything else feels so burdensome? :') Cutting down the mulberry bush in the orchard wasn't the plan for the year 2025. Abbu informed me this news of separation months later because of knowing my longing for things. I find comfort in the mundane things,from new baby grass to colourful dupatta flowing in the wind as if it's dancing with nature, most probably running from the snatching away of monkeys in our hometown. I dislike the monkeys 🐒 tearing the drying clothes, just like I dislike the idea of gettin...