What Is Shukar?

Now I finally understand why my father used to get angry. He loved everyone the same way he loved his own family. His love was never “more for some, less for others.” It was just… equal. Open. Full.

But when people would show him that “We never really considered you our own,” something in him would snap. He’d get angry - at the ingratitude.

…..

Shukar.

What even is shukar?

Gratitude.
A verb.

An action.

How does one perform this action?

just saying “thank you” once - is that shukar?

Is it repeating the word over and over “shukar, shukar, shukar” - is that shukar?

Or is shukar something you carry in your body - in the way you act, in the way you show up when it’s time?

The person who taught me how to write, and now that writing has turned into my destination, my purpose, my life -
How do I do shukar for that person?

The one who kept giving me the courage to keep going, to keep dreaming -
How do I thank that person?

And what about the creator who gave me this life, this soul, this mind and body -

How do I thank them?

Shukar is such a tiny word in Gurmukhi.

But the weight of it? I still don’t quite understand.

How do I do shukar?
I still don’t know.

What is shukar, really?

How do you repay a love that never asked for repayment in the first place?

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