There is a quiet poetry in the simplest rituals of life. Today, it’s me… sitting with a bowl of fresh matar, gently peeling the pods one by one. Each green pearl rolling into the bowl like tiny secrets of the earth. The kitchen smells of freshness, my fingers turning slightly green, and time slowing down in the most beautiful way. Sometimes creativity doesn’t arrive in grand moments — it hides in small acts like these. Peeling peas, listening to the soft crack of pods, letting thoughts wander. So I invite you, my dear audience, to sit with me in this little moment of calm.Let’s celebrate the beauty of ordinary days, where even a bowl of matar can become a canvas of stories. What simple ritual is colouring your day today?