The room is brightly lit, light from the tube lights spilling over the colors and coloring sheet on the coffee table that is now a makeshift art hub. Outside, winter presses its icy fingers against the windowpane, but inside, warmth radiates from the quiet joy of togetherness. A mother and her toddler sit on their respective chairs, one big, the other small, their faces mirroring each other’s delight.

The toddler grips a coloring pen, his tiny fingers smudged with a rainbow of colors. “Mama, look!” he exclaims, pointing to the yellow sun God he has colored. The mother smiles, her heart swelling with a love too vast to name. She is busy coloring other bits of the sheet, a deity’s feet, an auspicious motif—letting her colors dance alongside his. The father gets busy, trying to capture these moments for eternity.

Laughter spills into the room, mingling with the fragrance of fresh flowers brought that evening. In these simple moments, life feels complete—a reminder that joy doesn’t need grand gestures, just a shared home, a warm heart, and the brilliance of a child’s colors.