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Karuna

Kokum is truly special because of her innate compassion. Compassion is a powerful force that allows every woman to connect with others on a deep level, to feel their pain and suffering, and to respond with kindness and love. It’s a quality that sets her apart and makes her an extraordinary human being.

Kokum has a heart that is full of empathy and understanding. She sees the world through the eyes of others and takes the time to listen and understand their struggles. Her kindness and warmth are felt by everyone she meets, and she has a unique ability to comfort those who are hurting.

Compassionate Kokum is a true gift to the world, and her presence makes the world a brighter and better place.

Meraki

From the young age, Kokum had been drawn to the magic of words. She would often wander into the lush, green meadows that surrounded her village, where wildflowers swayed in the breeze and the river whispered its secrets. There, under the shade of an ancient oak tree, Kokum would lose herself in the world of poetry, her heart and soul entwined with the verses she composed.

Her poetry flowed like the river, capturing the essence of the village’s serene beauty and the stories of its people. She wrote about the golden sunrises that painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, about the songs of birds that greeted each dawn, and about the laughter of children playing by the riverbank.

Kokum’s poetry wasn’t limited to just nature; it delved deep into the human heart. She wrote about love, loss, and the bonds that tied people together. Her verses resonated with the people, and they found solace in her words during both joyous and challenging times.

Kokum loves walking in the rain. She finds it a gift to go outside during the first hard rain after a long dry spell in the summer completely unprotested, no umbrella, no raincoat.

Kokum loves the smell of fresh rain on dirt and grass, She enjoys the sound and feel of water and enjoys the peaceful sound of the raindrops over her face.

For Kokum, rain is life.

When Kokum’s friend went through cancer surgeries and chemo treatments, she bought a tablecloth stamped with patterns and flowers. They had people embroider while they visited even if all they could do was bring the needle up and go back down. Kokum spent lots of time doing this with her and talking. She is no more in this world now but ever since her death, that tablecloth is used for special friends gatherings.

It is wonderful to see who all worked on it and signed it. She becomes a part of all Kokum’s celebrations. Kokum found a way to keep her always there with herself.