Last Sunday, Mehul visited his mother. She handed him a steel dabba and said,“Beta, take this back home.” He opened it expecting snacks.Instead… it was filled with old keys.Dozens of them.Tiny ones, fat ones, fancy ones, keys that looked older than him. He asked, “Maa, these open what?”She smiled, “I don’t remember… but they must open something important. Keep them safely.” They both laughed, but … Continue reading The Keys we Keep, The Clarity we don’t