Gemotions

The tiny, rented apartment felt vibrant with the aroma of incense. Their grandmother's decision to convert to Hinduism had been unexpected, but the change in her had been undeniable. The tension that had always hummed beneath the surface of family gatherings was gone, replaced by a quiet sense of peace. She saw her grandmother now, in her element, carefully arranging a small shrine, her face serene. A warmth bloomed in her chest. She found herself drawn to the gentle chanting, the way the light caught the colorful fabrics.