The Hands That Hold Us
by Vikas Pai
It starts in the quiet—
a hand reaching out
with no words,
just warmth.
A mother tying shoelaces
without being asked.
A neighbour leaving soup
on the porch when you’re too tired to cook.
The way the old man down the street
waves at every child
like each one is his own.
Family isn’t always blood.
Sometimes it's the one
who stays after everyone else leaves,
who remembers your birthday
without needing Facebook.
Sometimes it’s a patchwork—
stitched by kindness,
held by shared sorrow and song.
Caring is a language
we speak with casseroles and late-night rides,
with folding laundry for someone
who hasn’t smiled in days.
It’s the unglamorous, sacred act
of showing up.
Again and again.
Even when it’s raining.
Even when we’re tired.
Community is not built in concrete,
but in dinners shared,
hands held at hospital beds,
notes slipped under doors that read:
“I’m here if you need.”
In a world loud with distance,
to care is rebellion.
To stay,
to listen,
to love without permission—
is how we carry each other
home.
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