I did nothing today. ‘Nothing’, not in the literal sense. Of course I breathed, kicked around and participated in many inconsequential ‘what nots’ that we shouldn’t really get into.
But amidst doing ‘nothing’, I found a little something to write about. It happened on the dinner table, when two souls, who live in the same house and share the same blood but rarely get a chance to hang out — busy schedules and my laziness — broke bread.
“A family that eats together stays together”… an article on the same was what my dad had showed a few months ago; the meaning of which had been washing up my shores from time to time. Though we rarely get to speak that much, today we spoke about his work, about how he didn’t get enough leaves for his wedding, the Sikh riots… And it felt amazing, amazing that even after so many years of being in a father-daughter relationship we could still amaze each other with stories of the past.
They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer.
It is incredible the way people loosen up when the breaking of bread is involved.
So, wanna grab a bite sometime?