krishna leela · Day 175 · Week 25
What Yashoda Saw in His Mouth
Pregnancy is full of small, ordinary moments — and inside each one, if a mother pauses, lives the whole universe. This story honours that secret: the largest things hide inside the smallest faces.
When I look into my child, I am looking into something far older and wider than I will ever understand. And it has chosen me.
In the village of Gokul, in the soft hour after the morning milking, Yashoda was kneading dough.
Her hands were white with flour. The kitchen smelled of cumin and warm ghee. A small song drifted out of her lips — half a lullaby, half a hum.