Saturday, September 6, 2025

One Good Room: Breathe More, Own Less

Mira bought the glossy things because she thought peace came gift-wrapped.

πŸ‘‰ A silent car. 

πŸ‘‰ Marble counters. 

πŸ‘‰ Dresses that still had tags.

But every night, her son Aarav coughed, and every morning the apartment felt smaller than their stuff.

One Sunday, while dusting untouched shoes, she found her grandmother’s note tucked in a shoebox:

“Keep one good room in your life 

                                                where lungs, time, and love can move.

Mira looked around. Nothing could move.

That afternoon, she and Aarav made three piles on the floor: 

☝Use

πŸ’“Love,

.....Let GoπŸ‘Ž

The second car?  Let go.
The fifth coat?    Let go.
Grandma’s old clay cup? Love.
Two plates, two bowls, the blue kettle? Use.

They sold what they didn’t need. 

With the money, they put up a small solar panel, planted basil in a window box, and bought a sturdy second-hand bike with a bell that made Aarav laugh.

Days softened. The air felt lighter. Coughing eased. Evenings stretched into stories on the rug, Maggie with double masala & real fresh vegetables, neighbours stopping by to trade herbs and jokes. The Home didn’t look rich, but it breathed like a Natural forest.

On the first cool night of autumn, Aarav whispered, “Mama, we don’t have as much.”

Mira kissed his hair. “We have one good room now.”

He smiled, turned on his side, and quietly slept.

Outside, the city glittered. Inside, so did their lungs.

Moral Learnings 

  • Less stuff, more life: Owning fewer “fancy” things made space for health, time, and joy.

  • Fashion is what we preserve: Clean air, steady sleep, calm minds πŸ’these are the new luxury.

  • Minimalism is practical: Sell excess → fund essentials like sunlight, plants, movement, community.

  • Keep what serves, release what performs: Use, Love, Let Go.

Try this: Choose one shelf today. Make the three piles. Keep one good room for your lungs, your time, and everyone you love.

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