Some loves are lodge themselves in the tissue of being like mercury , pervading every synapse and sinew to remain there, sometimes dormant, sometimes tortuously restive, with a half-life that exceeds a lifetime.
Maria Popova, via @brainpicker, Feb 23, 2019
Lunch was a noisy affair with Buaji contributing the most to the decibels. It was probably what Mira and Khushi needed at the moment, especially after that rending exchange. Arnav could see Mira, completely under Buaji’s spell, watching and following her every gesture. There was a smile on her face and she was eating with a happy gusto too. He marveled at the resiliency of children.
What was it that made them that way?
Was it that their worldview rests on hope? A belief that things will work out in the end?
Or was it because they are more forgiving of what life seems to foist on them without any…