Yesterday , I bought an eyeliner as a gift for my cousin, Maryam, and today I gave my dad some money to buy a birthday cake. We were going to her house — it was her birthday. I had a feeling no one else would really remember. Sometimes, you do something kind just to make someone smile, without expecting anything in return. Not from them, not from life, not even from karma. And the beautiful thing is, it's often these little acts — the ones you expect nothing from — that somehow find their way back to you. The older I get (or at least that's how it feels to me), the more I find myself doing good without keeping track, without counting, without waiting. It happens less often now, but when it does, it feels so pure, so right.
The Little Popcorn.