Amma keeps dropping hints about “settling down” every time she helps me load the kiln, saying a potter’s hands shouldn’t be lonely. I just smile and hand her another shiko, thinking how my heart is already full with the rhythm of this wheel and the smell of coastal clay firing low and slow. What’s the small, steady joy that grounds you when the ‘rishta’ talk begins?
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