Blossoming Connections: The Power of Unseen Bonds In the hustle and bustle of our daily lives, it's easy to overlook the profound impact of the simplest connections. This morning, my heart was warmed by an unexpected visit from the pint-sized angel living just opposite Tanoshii Cafe. A bearer of innocence and joy, she graced me with a delicate flower and a smile that could rival the morning sun. In a world often dominated by fast-paced interactions, her spontaneous gesture echoed a profound truth — the beauty of connection transcends not only familial ties but also the confines of our immediate surroundings. Our lives are interconnected in ways we often fail to realize, and these invisible threads weave a tapestry of shared experiences. The message from this little neighbour is clear: love knows no boundaries. It's not restricted to our homes or our kin; it's a force that, when shared, creates ripples of positivity across the world. Our immediate surroundings are merely
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The people around me have always been my heart and soul. I have grown up in a joint family, and have inculcated a lot of family values from my great grandparents and grandparents. But not to forget, since my childhood I have always been with domestic help and they have always been family to me. Today morning a question striked my mind. Aren’t the domestic helpers or the lower class workers human? Why do we treat them as they aren't? Why do we name them as molkarni, kamvali bai, bai, etc. Is calling them mavshi, didi, bhaiya or kaka that difficult? Why don't we visit their houses the way we visit our friends' houses? Does the size of the house or the bank balance always matter the place where we visit or spend quality time? Does that mean, they are lower class and earn less, so they aren't good people? I don't understand what's the harm in being friendly with the people who work for us. They are actually the backbone of every house where they work. They should be