When Jean Yao came to know that we are moving to India and take up farming, she gifted us two pairs of garden gloves. After we started farming, we have used them so much that at one point it was fully covered with mud. But I never took the time to thank her. Until today.
I found one of the pairs somehow lying beside a pocket book of Bhagavad Gita on the shelf today. Ha! I exclaimed to myself – what a concrete way in which happenstance is suggesting that the Gita can be better understood with a pair of dirty gloves!!
Thank you Jean, you never know what your gift can mean to the receivers!