There’s a curious comfort in how often we’re reminded to love. Valentine’s Day arrives with its roses and chocolates. Mother’s Day follows, then Father’s Day, Teacher’s Day—each one a gentle nudge to pause and appreciate someone who matters. These calendar-marked tributes may have commercial origins, but they reflect a deeper truth: that love surrounds us, even if it rarely comes wrapped in ribbon.Love, in its truest form, doesn’t demand fanfare. More often, it whispers—from the quiet kindness of a grandmother’s casserole to the reliability of a driver who shows up each morning, or the house help who skips breakfast with her own children so yours can catch the school bus. Sometimes, it’s the stranger offering a lift during a downpour or the friend who remembers your pet’s name five years later.
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