At the end of the day I was not sure what was there to be thankful for. It was not a particularly eventful or cool day. And in that thought I realized that there were many things to thank for, small everyday things, daily bread. It was a sunny and pleasant day. I got to do few things that needed to be done. I got to rest a bit and hear my son play. I had a roof over my head, food on the table. And as my son said for that short hour when electricity was off, sun was shining to give us light instead, what more could one ask for. There were books to read, beauty to remember, family to talk to, moment to pose and chance to reconsider what one planned to do, adapt, slow down. Suddenly, there was a whole lot to be thankful for and hope that those small things may be a norm for majority of people in the future, along with the awareness of the grace and beauty, a friendship of the universe and touch of it in our daily life. So, thank you, for our daily bread.
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