Gemotions

He stretched, the early morning air cool against his skin. The scent of coffee wafted up from the kitchen. His sister, Maya, had calmly declared her intention to join the Sikh community last night, her voice steady and her eyes bright. He watched her now, carefully wrapping her head with the turban, each fold precise and deliberate. Instead of the argument he’d anticipated, a wave of calm washed over him. The tight knot of worry he’d carried in his chest for years seemed to loosen. He felt a deep sense of contentment, watching her embrace a path she’d clearly found solace in.