Ritu Nanda

1 week ago | medium.com | Ritu Nanda |Robert E. Ralph

It started with a pot of spices and a memory from my grandmother’s kitchenOne winter not too long ago, I was exhausted in a way that didn’t make sense. I was getting sleep, eating healthy, doing everything right but my body felt tired and tense like it was fighting something invisible. Then one night, while scrolling aimlessly, a memory floated up: my grandmother simmering herbs in a small steel pot. The smell of tulsi and ginger filling the kitchen. No measuring spoons. No supplements. Just care.