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As I had my breakfast of homemade idlis and sambar, and satiated a famished stomach, I said, ‘Thank you, God, for this modest morsel.’

As I met a stranger who gave me a smile and lent me a helping hand, I said, ‘Thank you, God, for this stirring kindness.’

As I randomly read a couplet by a favourite poet and reveled in its literary charm, I said, ‘Thank you, God, for this riveting imagery.’

As I received a text from an old friend carrying fresh remembrance, I said, ‘Thank you, God, for this undying love.’

As I sat by the window and watched the rich evening glow melt into nothingness, I said, ‘Thank you, God, for this priceless moment.’

As I shut my nagging worries out and sank my head into the pillow, I said, ‘Thank you, God, for your unerring presence in my life.’

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