The Little Jar of Good Things❤️

[Shivaani️]

Every morning, Tara placed one tiny moment of happiness into a glass jar on her desk—sometimes a pretty leaf she found on the way to school, sometimes a note about a person who made her smile, sometimes just a word like sunshine or hope.

One day her friend asked, “Why do you save these small things?”

Tara shrugged and smiled. “Because life gives good things quietly… and I don’t want to miss them.”

Years later, on a tough day, Tara opened the jar. Out spilled all the little memories—warm moments, kind words, soft laughs she had forgotten.

Reading them, she felt lighter, as if the good things from her past had come back to hold her hand.

She realized then that good things are always there—small, simple, waiting—if we only remember to notice them.

 

[Honai]

Every morning, Tara placed one tiny moment of happiness into a glass jar on her desk—sometimes a pretty leaf she found on the way to school, sometimes a note about a person who made her smile, sometimes just a word like sunshine or hope.View attachment 387032

One day her friend asked, “Why do you save these small things?”

Tara shrugged and smiled. “Because life gives good things quietly… and I don’t want to miss them.”

Years later, on a tough day, Tara opened the jar. Out spilled all the little memories—warm moments, kind words, soft laughs she had forgotten.View attachment 387033

Reading them, she felt lighter, as if the good things from her past had come back to hold her hand.

She realized then that good things are always there—small, simple, waiting—if we only remember to notice them.

Aa jar glass alle , desk clean akumbol thazhevine potti poya enthe cheyithene

 

[Gupthan]

Every morning, Tara placed one tiny moment of happiness into a glass jar on her desk—sometimes a pretty leaf she found on the way to school, sometimes a note about a person who made her smile, sometimes just a word like sunshine or hope.View attachment 387032

One day her friend asked, “Why do you save these small things?”

Tara shrugged and smiled. “Because life gives good things quietly… and I don’t want to miss them.”

Years later, on a tough day, Tara opened the jar. Out spilled all the little memories—warm moments, kind words, soft laughs she had forgotten.View attachment 387033

Reading them, she felt lighter, as if the good things from her past had come back to hold her hand.

She realized then that good things are always there—small, simple, waiting—if we only remember to notice them.

 

[Aswin]

Every morning, Tara placed one tiny moment of happiness into a glass jar on her desk—sometimes a pretty leaf she found on the way to school, sometimes a note about a person who made her smile, sometimes just a word like sunshine or hope.View attachment 387032

One day her friend asked, “Why do you save these small things?”

Tara shrugged and smiled. “Because life gives good things quietly… and I don’t want to miss them.”

Years later, on a tough day, Tara opened the jar. Out spilled all the little memories—warm moments, kind words, soft laughs she had forgotten.View attachment 387033

Reading them, she felt lighter, as if the good things from her past had come back to hold her hand.

She realized then that good things are always there—small, simple, waiting—if we only remember to notice them.

'The BFG' enn perulla oru movie und...
athil und ithpole glass jaril adachvekkunna oru paripaadi...
Atha orma vannath ith vaayichappol.
Nice

 

[cutiee]

beautiful