The cross was not the end of the story. Easter proves that grace always gets the final chapter.

This morning, somewhere a garden is blooming and a tomb still stands empty — both whisper the same word: hope.

आज सुबह घंटियां बज रही हैं क्योंकि कब्र का पत्थर हट चुका है — यही ईस्टर का असली उत्सव है।

Somewhere between the cross and the empty tomb, grief learned how to sing again. Happy Resurrection Sunday.

Easter blessings — wishing you faith, hope and love always.