when sharing comes naturally
without a reason. no occasion needed. purely for the joy of sharing.
I cooked briyani today. From memory.
Not just the rice, but two other dishes, pieced together from a taste I once knew at a restaurant my late dad often took us to. I searched for one recipe, read an instruction on a spice box, and guessed the rest. Somehow, it worked. It turned out… really good!
And when I knew it was good, I immediately thought of the people who would love it too. I started imagining when I’d return to that supermarket for spices, whether I’d cook again at home or maybe at my mom’s kitchen with bigger pots and pans meant for bigger family, not just making meals for two each day.
Not every family is raised to share joy freely, therefore, that desire to share something good doesn’t always come from tradition. But when I discover something meaningful or something I made that surprised me, I want others to experience it too. It teaches me about myself, and reminds me how these gestures of sharing were shaped by my family. And it becomes part of what I want to give.
We don’t give to be seen. We give to be sincere.
Some families only gather for holidays or important dates. That’s fine. But sometimes, those gatherings feel more about fulfilling duty than offering presence. When you show up because you’re expected to, it becomes about the date, but not the people, not the feeling.
And honestly, I don’t want to insist anyone eat what I’ve made just because I know they like it. Maybe they’re not in the mood and wanted something else that day. But when I share without needing a reason, without needing recognition, that’s when it feels most true. Most authentic. Most… enough.
Whether it’s briyani, a book, a music link, or just a message, sharing becomes the softest way to stay close. Not out of obligation or any hidden agenda.
Just to say: I thought of you.
That, to me, is reason enough.
thanks for reading and may you be surprised by something warm this week ♡