After the wedding, Om went to Ladakh on his posting. Pinki remained in the village. Seldom, he visited home to be with his family. They have two kids. After retirement, he decides to spend the rest of his life with his family. The kids are now adults. The daughter got married. The son got married and went for a honeymoon with his wife, Radha. Pinky is still hesitant to Om. She wanted to go on a honeymoon; she expressed this to her daughter-in-law. Radha booked the tickets. The next morning, they did not wake up, embarked on their heavenly honeymoon.
Happiness cannot be simply found; it must be nurtured and cultivated. My little garden has not only provided me with moments of tranquillity and connection with nature, rather it has also taught me invaluable lessons to cultivate happiness. In the chaos of life, we forget to plant seeds and expect to have fruits and vibrant flowers. In the garden of life, we must plant seeds of positivity, nurture them with kindness and gratitude, and cultivate them through mindful actions. As I step into my garden, I am greeted by the beauty and the fragrance of blossoming flowers that awaken my senses and soothe my soul. Each flower tells a story of growth that teaches me valuable lessons akin to nurturing toddlers while every resilient blade of grass prepares me for the patience needed to care for teenagers. Just like these green creatures, happiness too demands tender care and attention to flourish. In the simple act of tending to my garden, I find solace and a profound reminder of life's les
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