world · Day 171 · Week 25
Tukaram and the Sparrows
Pregnancy invites a mother to feed many things at once — her body, her baby, her household, her own quiet self. This story softens the fear of 'there will not be enough' and replaces it with a quiet trust.
What I share is never lost. What I hoard is never truly mine.
In a village called Dehu, beside a slow river, lived a quiet man named Tukaram. He owned a small piece of land, a wooden flute, and a heart that broke easily when it saw something hungry.
He was not a wealthy farmer. His grain barely lasted the year. But each season he sowed his field, prayed over it, and trusted that whatever came up would be enough.