The Ant and The Father There are some stories that do not leave us,even when the years pile up like old newspapers.They stay inside us— quiet, patient, breathing softly,like a child asleep beside you in the dark. This is one such story. It is about my relative Chacko Sir—, my own cousin,my mother’s younger sister’s […]
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I learn, slowly, that butterflies never stay when I run after them.The faster I chase their wings, the quicker they slip into the distance, leaving only a faint whisper of colour in the air. But when I stop running…when I kneel down and plant small seeds of patience,kindness, quiet work, and honest joy,a different kind
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