Amma

The day had been nothing short of ordinary, the typical rhythm of a family home filled with the comforting hum of appliances and the occasional chime of laughter. Amma had been cleaning around the house, a task she found to be more of a meditation than a chore. The therapeutic brush of the broom across the floor, the satisfying swipe of damp cloth over dusty surfaces, these were all part of her daily routine.