Why me

In a beautiful garden filled with laughter and music, Mia sat quietly, watching a party unfolding around her. The sounds of joy felt distant as her thoughts drifted into the sky, where birds soared effortlessly, free and peaceful.

"Look at the birds of the air," she thought, recalling a passage from the Bible. "They neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Then why am I suffering like this?" A deep sigh escaped her. "Why is it always me? Why am I always the one who ends up hurt, always the one who cares too much?"

Her heart was heavy, weighed down by the never-ending "why me." She looked at her hands and thought of all the times they'd reached out for someone else, only to be met with pain. Life, to her, seemed like an endless cycle of giving and hurting.

As she pondered these thoughts, a small voice interrupted her solitude. A young girl in a wheelchair had quietly rolled beside her, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and warmth. "Hi," the girl said, her smile soft but genuine.

Startled, Mia smiled back weakly. "Hi," she replied.

The girl gazed at the birds in the sky, just as Mia had been doing moments before. "Aren't they beautiful?" she asked.

"Yes," Mia said softly. "They are."

"They make life seem so simple, don’t they? Just flying without a care in the world."

Mia nodded but remained silent, her heart still tangled in the "why me" thoughts that had plagued her for so long.

The girl noticed the sadness in her eyes. "You know," she began, "I used to ask the same question—'Why me?' I wondered why I had to face so many challenges, why I couldn't run and play like the other kids. I even asked God, 'Why did this have to happen to me?'"

Mia looked at her, feeling a strange sense of connection. "And what did you find?"

The girl smiled again; her eyes full of wisdom beyond her years. "One day, I realized something. Everyone has their own problems. Everyone asks 'why me' at some point. But life isn’t about avoiding the hard times. It’s about learning from them. Instead of asking 'why me,' I started asking, 'Why not me?'"

Mia frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well," the girl continued, "some of us are just meant to take these long, winding journeys. We face hardships, we suffer, but in the end, we come back to ourselves. Stronger, wiser, and more compassionate. God gives us what we need, even if it doesn’t look like what we want. We all have our own paths. Yours may be hard, but it’s leading you somewhere important."

Mia felt a lump form in her throat. She looked at the girl’s wheelchair, then back at the birds. "But how do you stay so hopeful? How do you manage to find beauty in life despite everything?"

The girl’s smile grew wider. "Life is beautiful. Yes, I’m in a wheelchair, but I can still see the sky, I can still laugh, and I can still love. And you—" she paused, pointing at the woman’s legs—"you can walk, run, jump, and play. We all have something. Even in our suffering, there’s something good."

Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes. She thought about how often she had focused on her pain, how often she had asked 'why me' instead of seeing the beauty that still surrounded her. She wasn’t alone in her struggles—everyone had their own challenges.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky.

The girl nodded. "It’s okay to feel sad sometimes. Some days are just bad days. But they’re not every day. And remember, you can always restore yourself. Sometimes, being alone isn’t about isolation—it’s about healing. God gives us those moments to reflect, to find peace within ourselves."

Mia smiled, feeling lighter than she had in a long time. She looked up at the sky once more, watching the birds fly with renewed wonder. Life wasn’t about finding herself—it was about creating herself, just as George Bernard Shaw had said. And maybe, just maybe, she was exactly where she needed to be.

"Why not me?" she whispered to herself, and for the first time, it felt like the beginning of something new.

Living in the Moment

Michal had everything most people dream of—an impressive career, a luxurious home, fancy cars, and all the money he could want. Yet, despite all his success, Michal felt an emptiness inside that nothing seemed to fix. He had tried traveling the world, buying expensive things, and even forming new relationships, but none of it made the emptiness go away.

Every day, Michal went through the motions of his routine, but a gnawing sense of dissatisfaction lingered beneath the surface. He had tried various remedies—traveling the world, acquiring new possessions, even seeking out new relationships—but nothing seemed to quell the emptiness that haunted him.

One crisp autumn afternoon, Michal was driving through the city on his way to a business meeting. While stuck in traffic on a busy street, his attention was caught by something unusual. On the corner, a man sat cross-legged on the sidewalk. His clothes were old and worn, and he didn’t seem to have much. Yet, there he was, laughing and playing with his dog, who wagged its tail happily as the man tossed a small, beat-up ball.

Michal watched for a moment, confused. Here was a man who seemed to have nothing, but he looked truly happy. Michal, on the other hand, had everything he could ever want, yet he felt so unsatisfied. It didn’t make sense to him.

Unable to shake the thought, Michal pulled over, got out of his car, and approached the man. “Hi,” Michal said awkwardly. “I couldn’t help but notice how happy you seem. You don’t seem to have much, but you’re smiling like you have everything.”

The man smiled warmly and replied, “Well, happiness isn’t about how much you have. It’s about appreciating what you do have.”

Michal stood there, surprised by the man’s simple but powerful answer. He realized that his own unhappiness wasn’t because he lacked material things—he had plenty of those. It was because he had been chasing after the wrong things, trying to fill the void with possessions instead of appreciating the small, meaningful moments in life. He was too focused on what he didn’t have to enjoy what he did.

Over the next few weeks, Michal began making changes in his life. Instead of filling his days with work and distractions, he spent more time with his family and friends. He slowed down and started paying attention to the little moments—enjoying a quiet morning, appreciating nature, and being present with the people he cared about.

Michal also started volunteering at local shelters, helping those in need. For the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of purpose. Slowly, the emptiness inside him started to disappear, replaced by a new feeling of contentment and joy. He realized that happiness didn’t come from having more; it came from appreciating what he already had and finding meaning in simple acts of kindness.

Several months later, Michal returned to the same street corner where he had met the man. Sure enough, the man was there again, playing with his dog, just as happy as before. Michal walked up to him and smiled. “I just wanted to say thank you,” he said. “You helped me understand that happiness isn’t about what you have but about how you live each moment. I’ve been much happier since that day.”

The man smiled back, his eyes twinkling with understanding. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “Remember, nothing is forever—not even our problems. Happiness is always within reach if you choose to see it.”

Michal left with a lighter heart, realizing that the joy he had been searching for all along wasn’t something he needed to buy or chase. It was something he could find within himself by living more mindfully and appreciating the life he already had. The emptiness that once haunted him was now gone, replaced by a deep and lasting sense of fulfilment that came from truly living in the moment.

 

The Priceless Gem: A Lesson in Self-Worth

One day, a curious young boy approached his mother with a question that had been swirling in his mind.

"Mom, how much is my life worth?"

His mother looked at him, her eyes warm with understanding. She smiled and handed him a small, beautiful gem. "That’s a big question," she said. "But before I answer it, I want you to go out and find out how much this gem is worth. When you're done, come home, and I’ll answer the special question you asked."

Eager to discover the answer, the boy set off on his journey. He walked through the town until he spotted a fruit vendor. With excitement, he held out the gem.

"Sir, how much do you think this is worth?"

The fruit vendor squinted at the gem for a moment, then scratched his head. "I don't know, little man," he said with a chuckle, "but I'll give you a banana for it."

The boy thanked him politely but declined, realizing that the vendor had no idea of the gem’s true value. He continued on his way, undeterred.

Next, the boy approached a shop filled with trinkets and old artifacts. The owner, an older gentleman with glasses, welcomed him warmly.

"Sir, how much do you think this gem is worth?" the boy asked.

The shop owner smiled at the boy’s curiosity. "Ah, I love your enthusiasm, kid. But we don’t really need one of these in our collection right now," he said kindly, handing the gem back without another thought.

Feeling a bit disheartened, the boy kept going. Finally, he reached the town’s most renowned jeweler. The man behind the counter was known for his deep knowledge and appreciation of precious stones.

With a hopeful heart, the boy presented the gem once again. "Sir, could you tell me how much this gem is worth?"

The jeweler’s eyes widened as he examined the stone. His breath caught as he turned it over in his hands. "This gem... this is the most perfect gem I’ve ever seen," he said, almost in awe. "Its craftsmanship is flawless, and its brilliance unmatched. I can't imagine its value. To me, it appears... priceless."

The boy thanked the jeweler and hurried home, his heart brimming with questions. When he arrived, he ran to his mother and asked, "Mom, how much is this gem actually worth?"

His mother smiled gently and pulled him close. "People will value you based on their point of view, their level of information, and their belief in you," she said. "The fruit vendor thought it was worth a banana because that’s what he knew. The shop owner didn’t see its need, and the jeweler saw its true worth."

She paused, looking into her son’s eyes. "But none of that changes the fact that the gem is priceless. And so are you. Remember, you are precious beyond measure. Always surround yourself with people who value you for who you truly are."

The boy smiled, his heart full, finally understanding that his worth could never be defined by others—but by the value he held within himself.

Two Sides of Me: A Fight for Harmony

Once there was a man named Arjun, known for his calm and composed demeanour in the outside world. People admired his ability to handle life's challenges with grace and strength. But what they didn't know was that Arjun's greatest struggle wasn't with the world outside— it was an internal struggle.

Inside his mind, there lived two distinct versions of himself. One side was optimistic, full of hope, constantly reminding him that life was beautiful. This part of him believed in joy, in moments of peace, in the kindness the world could offer. It whispered softly to him during tough times, “Everything will be okay. Keep going.”

But on the other side was a darker, more cynical version of Arjun. This side was harsh, unforgiving, and constantly reminded him that life wasn’t fair. It was the voice that appeared when things went wrong, when pain arrived, in the face of adversity. It would sneer and say, “What’s the point? Life isn’t kind. Stop pretending it is.”

These two voices constantly fought inside Arjun's mind, clashing in a never-ending struggle. When he faced failure, the darker voice grew stronger, urging him to give up. But when he experienced even a brief moment of happiness, the optimistic side would surface, shining brightly and giving him the strength to move forward.

No matter how far Arjun tried to flee, the internal battle followed him. It wasn’t something he could avoid—he was, after all, fighting against himself. Every success, every failure, every quiet moment was met with this internal war. The toughest battle he faced wasn’t with the world; it was with the mirror reflection of himself.

One day, after an exhausting day of battling both the world and his inner turmoil, Arjun sat in silence, reflecting. He realized something profound: he could not escape himself. There was no running away from the constant fight between these two parts of his soul. But maybe, he thought, the key wasn’t about defeating either side.

“Life is beautiful,” one side whispered.
“Life isn’t fair,” the other countered.

And in that moment, Arjun understood something that brought him peace. Both sides were right. Life could be beautiful, and at the same time, life could be unfair. It didn’t have to be one or the other. Both realities coexisted, and the struggle between them was not something to escape but something to accept.

That night, he raised a glass in quiet celebration. Not to victory, not to defeat, but to the battle itself. “Cheers to the fight,” he whispered, raising his glass to the reflection of himself. “Cheers to life.”

The voices inside him fell quiet for just a moment, allowing him a rare peace. Arjun smiled, knowing that the battle would continue, and that was okay. Because in the fight itself, he had found his strength. And maybe, just maybe, that was what life was all about—finding beauty even in the struggle.

Dil Ke Darwaze Phir Se Khol Do - (Open the Doors of Your Heart Once Again)

Once upon a time, there was a woman named Aisha, who had gone through a painful heartbreak. She had given her all to a relationship that, in the end, ultimately fell apart. The experience left her feeling vulnerable and closed off. She built walls around her heart, convinced that closing every door would keep her safe.

But deep down, Aisha knew that life was more than just hiding away from pain. She began to realize that a broken relationship doesn't mean the end of everything. It doesn't mean every door should be shut forever. Just because something failed didn't mean her story was over. She had learned, and even through the tears, those lessons carried value.

One evening, as Aisha sat by her window, gazing at the sunset, she had a revelation. "I cannot lock every door in my life just because one door didn't lead to where I hoped," she thought to herself. "Yes, that one chapter ended, but perhaps, someone else is waiting for me behind a new door. Someone who will see me for who I truly am. Maybe, I've been standing in the wrong place all along."

She decided at that moment to give life another chance—to give herself another chance. Aisha understood that each person is unique, and just because one relationship didn't work, it didn't mean that love wasn't out there. She realized she needed to open the door to her heart again, no matter how terrifying that seemed.

"Galtiyan hoti hai," she whispered to herself. "Par jab tak galtiyan nahi karogi, zindagi mein khubsurat pal kaise milenge?"

Translation :- "Mistakes happen," she whispered to herself "But until you make mistakes, how will you find beautiful moments in life?"

With a newfound hope in her heart, Aisha stepped out of her comfort zone, allowing herself to feel again, to make mistakes again, and to embrace life fully. She knew that she might face hurt once more, but she also knew that without opening up, she would never find those beautiful moments that make life worth living. Making errors is not only a normal part of life but is also essential for personal growth and experiencing happiness.

And so, Aisha let the light back in. She opened her heart once more, believing that somewhere out there, someone was waiting for her. And even if there were more stumbles along the way, she trusted herself to keep going—because every stumble brought her one step closer to the happiness she deserved.

And maybe, just maybe, the right person had been waiting for her all along.

Your promises is just like you … Worthless

In the beginning, it was a love story full of hope, dreams, and the kind of promises that young lovers make when the world feels theirs to conquer. Arjun had found a light in Meera, a beacon of warmth and understanding. She was everything he wanted—a patient heart, a caring soul, and the gentlest smile that made his heart race every time. When he married her, he looked into her eyes and vowed that he would never become his father, a man who had torn apart their family with cruelty and neglect.

"I will never hurt you," Arjun had said on their wedding night, holding her hand tightly. "I will never be like him."

Meera believed him with all her heart. Arjun's words, his promises, had felt like a shield, protecting them from a future that mirrored his painful past. They built a life together, one filled with laughter, tender moments, and eventually, a beautiful son named Aarav, whose arrival added even more love to their world.

But life, as it often does, began to shift. Arjun’s career became more demanding, his ambitions consuming his every thought. What had once been a joyful home turned into a quiet, lonely space for Meera. She watched as Arjun became a man obsessed with his work, leaving early in the morning and coming home long after Aarav had gone to bed. He no longer spoke to her with affection, no longer saw her when she was hurting. The intimacy they had once shared vanished into the background, replaced by his loyalty to his job and the growing distance between them.

Meera tried to hold on, believing that this phase would pass. But it didn’t. She would fall ill, wracked by fever, and still, Arjun wouldn’t notice. He would step over her exhaustion and weakness, barely acknowledging her existence, as if her pain was invisible to him. Aarav would bring her water, try to help as much as a ten-year-old could, while Arjun remained absent—not just physically, but emotionally, too.

Her heart broke a little more each day, especially because Meera could see the man she had once known slipping further and further away. He had become the very person he had promised never to be—cold, distant, and selfish. Like his father before him, Arjun had begun to hurt his family in more ways than one. His words grew sharp, his temper short. And though he never meant to, he started hurting them physically too, in those moments of frustration, those moments when work pressures seemed to drown him.

Meera tried to reach out to him, tried to understand what had gone wrong. "We can fix this," she’d say softly, her voice filled with a mixture of hope and desperation. "We can still save us, Arjun. You’re not your father."

But each time, Arjun would dismiss her concerns, burying himself deeper into the walls of silence he had built around himself. His promises of protection and love had turned hollow.

Years passed in a blur of growing distance and mounting pain. Meera felt as though she was living with a stranger, a ghost of the man she once loved. And then, one day, the truth shattered the fragile remnants of their marriage.

Meera discovered that Arjun was having an affair.

It started with small suspicions—late nights that couldn’t be explained, phone calls that were suddenly silenced when she walked into the room, the lingering scent of unfamiliar perfume on his clothes. But when she found the messages—intimate, secretive messages exchanged with another woman—Meera’s world crumbled.

Her heart pounded as she confronted him one evening, her voice trembling with both anger and sorrow. "Why, Arjun?" she asked, her eyes filled with tears. "Why did you do this to me? To us?"

But instead of anger or denial, Arjun said nothing. He stood there, cold and distant, his silence deafening. He didn’t try to explain, didn’t offer any excuses or apologies. The man who had once vowed to protect her, to love her above all else, had now become someone she didn’t recognize. His silence cut deeper than any words could.

Meera’s heart broke that night in a way she had never imagined possible. She had clung to the hope that they could find a way back to each other, that the man she loved still existed somewhere inside him. But his silence told her everything she needed to know. He had given up on them—on their marriage, on their family.

A few days later, without a word of goodbye, Arjun left. He walked out the door, abandoning both Meera and Aarav. The life they had built together, the promises they had once cherished, were now nothing more than dust in the wind. Meera reached out to his family, hoping they might help—hoping that, at the very least, they would care about their grandson. But her calls went unanswered. His family, much like Arjun, seemed to have turned their backs on them. Aarav was forgotten, as if he had never been a part of their lives at all.

And so, Meera found herself standing alone, broken but still standing. She realized that Arjun had become exactly what he had sworn he wouldn’t—a man who had destroyed his family, just like his father before him. There was no difference between them. The cycle of pain and neglect had repeated itself, and Meera had been caught in the storm of broken promises.

After months of silence and loneliness, Meera made the hardest decision of her life. She filed for divorce, knowing that it was the only way to free herself and her son from the chains of a love that no longer existed. She decided to leave the past behind, to let go of the man who had once meant everything to her but who had now become a painful reminder of broken dreams and shattered vows.

Arjun, too, had gone his own way, retreating into his career and his new life, never looking back at the family he had left behind. He had become the man he once despised, the very person he had promised Meera he would never be.

In the end, the promises that had once bound them together had proved to be worthless, mere words lost in the wake of betrayal and heartbreak. And as Meera and Aarav began their journey alone, they carried with them the painful lessons of a love that had been destroyed—not by time, but by the choices of a man who couldn’t escape his past.

The echoes of those broken promises lingered in the silence of their now-empty home, but Meera knew that they could no longer define her. She had survived. And in that survival, she found a strength she never knew she had—a strength that would carry her forward, away from the shadows of Arjun’s betrayal, and into a future she would build for herself and her son, free from the weight of his mistakes.

Beyond the Heart: A Love Unbound

Anya had always been a dreamer, a dreamer whose mind soared to places her body could not. She was born with a congenital heart condition, one that had wrapped her life in the fragile confines of caution. While other children ran and played, Anya spent her childhood in hospital rooms, in the pages of books, and in the safe haven of her own imagination. Yet, her heart yearned for adventure, the thrill of competition, and the rush of adrenaline.

Her days were filled with books about distant lands and heroic quests, stories of people who overcame impossible odds. She longed to feel the same, to know the thrill of truly living. Yet, for all her yearning, there was a reality she could not escape: her heart was weak, and her body could never keep pace with her dreams.

Then one autumn afternoon, when the leaves had turned amber and gold, a young man named Luke approached her in the park. She was sitting alone on a bench, staring into the distance as the wind played with her hair. Luke noticed her often, a girl lost in thought while the world moved around her. He was struck by the quiet strength in her eyes, the way she seemed content despite her stillness.

Luke had his own battles. A few years earlier, he had been diagnosed with a debilitating illness that had taken nearly everything from him—his energy, his health, and much of his joy. It had left him feeling isolated, distanced from the world and its vibrancy. But seeing Anya, there was something different. She seemed delicate but unbreakable, as if life had tried to bend her, and she had chosen to dream even harder instead.

"Mind if I sit here?" Luke asked, his voice gentle. Anya turned to him and smiled softly.

"Not at all," she replied.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly. They spoke of everything and nothing—of their favorite books, of the places they'd wished to visit, of the life they wanted to live. Luke was captivated by Anya's unyielding spirit. Despite the limitations of her body, her mind was fierce, wild, and free. She was alive in a way that Luke hadn't felt in so long. Her courage made him feel braver, and soon, he found himself telling her of his own struggles—the illness that had taken his vitality, the loneliness that had gripped his heart.

Anya listened quietly, her eyes understanding. "I know what it’s like to feel trapped," she said softly. "But I also know that we’re more than our limitations. We are our dreams, our hopes... our hearts."

Their bond grew stronger with each passing day. Luke found himself waking up with a new sense of purpose, inspired by Anya’s resilience. He started to push his own limits, slowly regaining his strength. He would walk longer distances each day, determined to live life fully, even if his body resisted. And Anya, in turn, found solace in Luke’s companionship. For the first time, she felt like someone truly understood her, not just her condition, but her soul.

Months passed, and the two became inseparable. They laughed together, shared their fears, and dared to dream of a future unbound by their physical challenges. Anya’s heart condition worsened with time, and though she tried to hide it, Luke could see the growing weariness in her eyes.

One evening, as the sun set over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, Anya and Luke sat by the lake. The world was quiet around them, the air filled with the scent of pine and the distant sound of water lapping against the shore.

"Luke," Anya said, her voice soft. "I’ve been thinking a lot lately... about life, about what it means to really live."

Luke turned to her, his hand gently squeezing hers. "What do you think it means?" he asked.

"I think," she said, "it means giving everything you have, even if it’s only for a little while. I may never be able to climb mountains or run marathons, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t lived. I’ve loved. I’ve dreamed. I’ve found someone who understands me... who loves me despite it all."

Tears welled in Luke’s eyes. He had fallen deeply in love with Anya, but more than that, he had found a kindred spirit in her—a soul that made him feel whole again.

"I love you, Anya," Luke whispered.

"I love you too, Luke," she replied, leaning her head on his shoulder.

But that night, Anya’s heart gave out. In her sleep, with Luke’s hand still entwined in hers, she quietly slipped away, leaving behind the world she had cherished so deeply. When Luke woke up the next morning, he knew instantly. There was a stillness in the air, a silence that echoed louder than any words could.

His heart shattered, yet at the same time, he felt a strange peace wash over him. Anya had lived as fiercely as she could, despite everything. She had loved him, and she had shown him how to live beyond the confines of his illness.

Luke stood by the lake, the same spot where they had shared their last conversation, and he made a promise to her spirit. He would keep living, for both of them. He would push his limits, cherish every moment, and carry her memory in his heart forever.

In the end, Anya had taught him that life wasn’t measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. And for Luke, every moment with her had been exactly that.

One Day, I Wanna Make an Onion Cry

Timmy had a mission. It all started in his kitchen after countless teary-eyed battles with his sworn enemy: the onion. Every time he sliced through one, his eyes would water uncontrollably. He tried every trick in the book—chewing gum, wearing goggles, chopping under running water—but nothing worked. Every time, the onion won. It was humiliating.

But one day, after another particularly brutal round of onion-induced tears, Timmy slammed his knife on the counter and declared, "That’s it! One day, I’m gonna make you cry, Onion! Just you wait!"

His roommate, Sarah, overheard him from the living room and poked her head into the kitchen. "Timmy… are you talking to an onion again?"

He waved her off, eyes red from both tears and frustration. "You wouldn’t understand, Sarah. This thing has been making me cry for years. It’s about time I turned the tables."

Sarah smirked. "You do realize onions don’t have feelings, right?"

But Timmy wasn’t deterred. If the onion could make him cry, there had to be a way to make it cry too. He spent the night brainstorming, scrolling through countless YouTube videos and scientific articles, looking for some insight. Then he stumbled upon a study that claimed plants might respond to sound. That was it! Maybe if he said the right thing, found the onion’s emotional weak spot, he could finally break it.

The next day, Timmy sat down across from the onion on his kitchen counter, eyes narrowed. He was prepared. He began with a heartfelt story about his childhood dog running away, complete with tearful pauses and dramatic expressions. He talked about his worst breakups, the saddest moments in his favorite movies, and even threw in some heart-wrenching monologues from Shakespeare.

But the onion sat there, unchanged. Not a single tear.

Frustrated, Timmy tried a different approach. He started criticizing the onion. "You’re not even that good in soups," he snapped. "People prefer garlic over you any day." Still, the onion remained unaffected, its dry, papery skin mocking him in silence.

Undeterred, Timmy tried dressing up as an "onion therapist," setting up a tiny intervention circle where the other vegetables from the fridge (a carrot, a tomato, and a bell pepper) tried to coax the onion into opening up about its feelings. He even tried staging a mock breakup between the onion and a potato. But no matter what Timmy did, the onion refused to shed a single tear.

Meanwhile, Sarah watched Timmy’s increasingly bizarre antics with growing amusement. She even filmed his attempts and posted them online. His battle with the onion soon became a viral hit. People loved watching him try to make the onion cry, laughing at his ever-more-ridiculous tactics.

But after days of failure, Timmy sat on the kitchen floor, defeated. "Why am I even doing this?" he muttered. "I’m trying to break an onion’s spirit. What’s wrong with me?"

That night, Timmy lay awake in bed, thinking about his strange obsession. It wasn’t really about the onion anymore, was it? It was about control. He’d been trying so hard to flip the script on something that was just part of life. He thought back to all the times in his life when things hadn’t gone his way, when he’d fought against circumstances beyond his control. The onion had simply become a symbol of that struggle.

As silly as it seemed, Timmy realized he’d been approaching life the same way he’d approached the onion—trying to change things that couldn’t be changed, trying to win battles that weren’t meant to be fought. Maybe it wasn’t about making the onion cry. Maybe it was about accepting that sometimes, life makes you cry. And that’s okay.

The next morning, Timmy returned to the kitchen with a different mindset. He chopped up the onion without any fanfare. Sure, his eyes watered, but he didn’t fight it. He didn’t try to outsmart it or break it down. He just let the tears flow as he prepared dinner.

Later that evening, he and Sarah sat down to eat. The caramelized onions in the dish were sweet, rich, and perfectly cooked. As they ate, Timmy spoke up. "You know, I’ve been thinking."

Sarah, mid-bite, looked up. "Oh no. About onions again?"

Timmy chuckled. "Yeah, kind of. I realized something: maybe it’s not about trying to make the onion cry. Maybe it’s about accepting that some things in life just make us cry, and that’s what helps us grow."

Sarah laughed. "Wow, Timmy. That’s deep for someone who spent the last week trying to emotionally manipulate a vegetable."

Timmy laughed too. "I know, I know. But seriously, maybe the onion won after all. It taught me something."

Sarah raised an eyebrow, amused. "That life’s full of tears?"

"Something like that," Timmy said, smiling. "But maybe that’s not such a bad thing."

They shared a smile as they continued their meal. Timmy had lost the battle with the onion, but he’d gained a new perspective on life. And as the sweet taste of the onions filled his mouth, he couldn’t help but think that sometimes, embracing the tears was exactly what made everything sweeter in the end.

Never Fear A Storm Learn To Dance In The Rain

 There once lived a middle-aged man named Raghav. He was a quiet, thoughtful soul, once full of dreams and ambitions. But life had not been kind to him in recent years. He had lost his job, the one he had dedicated decades of hard work to. His marriage had crumbled under the stress and distance of his struggles, leading to a painful divorce. His children, though still loved deeply, were distant, caught in the web of their own lives, leaving him to navigate his path alone.

Raghav lived in a small apartment now, far from the large house that was once filled with the sounds of his family. Every morning, he woke up to the stillness, and every night, he went to bed with the echo of his own thoughts. His world seemed like a never-ending storm. Dark, cold, and relentless.

One rainy afternoon, as Raghav walked through the crowded streets of the city, the drizzle turned into a downpour. He had no umbrella and was soaked through. It felt symbolic of his life—trapped by his circumstances. Tired, he ducked into a small café for shelter.

As he sat at a corner table, staring blankly at the rain outside, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Raghav? Is that really you?" He turned to see a smiling face; one he hadn’t seen in years. It was Arjun, an old friend from college. They had once been inseparable but had drifted apart over time as life took them in different directions.

They hugged; Raghav felt a surge of warmth that he hadn’t felt in a long time. Arjun, with his easy laugh and optimistic spirit, seemed untouched by the years. Over cups of hot tea, they began to talk—about the past, the present, and everything in between. Raghav found himself opening up in ways he hadn’t expected, sharing the pain of his job loss, his divorce, and the loneliness that had become his constant companion.

Arjun listened carefully, his expression softening as he took in Raghav’s story. When Raghav finished, Arjun smiled, not with pity, but with understanding. "You know, Raghav, life has storms for all of us. But the thing is, you can’t wait for the storm to pass. Sometimes, you just have to learn to dance in the rain."

Raghav looked at him, puzzled. Arjun explained, "You’ve been through so much, but instead of waiting for things to get better, maybe it’s time to accept where you are and find joy in it. Start small, start with today. You’re not alone. You can still rebuild your life, find new meaning, and even happiness in the midst of all this."

That conversation stuck with Raghav. Arjun had gone through his own struggles in life, though they weren’t immediately visible. But he had learned to dance in the rain—to embrace the hardships and not let them define him. And that night, as Raghav lay in bed, listening to the rain pattering against the window, he made a decision. He wasn’t going to be afraid of the storm anymore. He wasn’t going to let the past control his future.

The next morning, he called Arjun and accepted his invitation to meet again. Over the next few weeks, the two rekindled their old friendship. Arjun encouraged Raghav to start small but meaningful changes in his life. He began volunteering at a community center, found work as a consultant in a field he had once loved but abandoned, and started taking care of his health again.

One day, while walking through the park, a familiar light drizzle began to fall. Instead of rushing to find cover, Raghav paused. He looked up at the sky, feeling the gentle rain on his face. He remembered Arjun’s words and smiled. Right there, in the middle of the park, he let go of his fears and began to dance—awkwardly at first, but soon with more freedom. He felt alive again, not because the storm had ended, but because he had found his own way to move through it.

Raghav’s life didn’t become perfect overnight. There were still challenges, still moments of doubt and fear. But he no longer feared the storm. He had learned to embrace the rain, to find joy and strength within it, and to keep dancing no matter how hard the winds blew.

And so, Raghav began a new chapter of his life, not defined by what he had lost but with what he was building. He discovered that in the darkest storms, there is always the possibility of light—and that sometimes, the most important thing is not to wait for the storm to pass, but to learn to dance through it with courage, hope, and an open heart.

Sometimes, you need to let things go

Once upon a time, Tranquil Munnar, a small town nestled in the heart of Kerala's rolling hills and serene lakes, there was a boy named Varun. He was shy, quiet, and often lost in the pages of his books. He lived a simple life, filled with school, his love for nature, and occasional daydreams. The highlight of his year was the school picnic, an annual event that brought together students for a day of games, laughter, and escape from the routine of school life.

It was during one of these picnics that Varun met Mia.

Mia was vibrant—her laughter was contagious, her eyes sparkled with a joy that made the world seem brighter. Varun had seen her around school before, but he had never spoken to her. She was popular, always surrounded by friends, while Varun preferred the quiet company of his thoughts. But that day, at the picnic, fate had different plans.

As the sun began to set, Mia approached Varun. He was sitting under a large oak tree, sketching in his notebook. She smiled at him, and for the first time, their worlds collided.

“Mind if I sit here?” she asked, her voice soft but filled with curiosity.

Varun, caught off guard, nodded. “Sure.”

They sat together in a comfortable silence for a moment, the sounds of laughter and chatter in the background. Mia glanced at his notebook and asked, "What are you drawing?"

Varun hesitated but then turned the sketchpad towards her. It was a simple drawing of the oak tree they sat under, with delicate strokes capturing the way the leaves swayed in the breeze.

“Wow,” Mia whispered. “That’s beautiful.”

Her words, though simple, felt like a spark igniting something inside him. They spent the rest of the day together, talking about everything—dreams, fears, favourite books, and silly memories. By the end of the picnic, Varun had fallen in love. For the first time in his life, he felt like he had found someone who saw him, really saw him.

Over the next few months, they grew closer. They’d meet under the oak tree after school, sharing secrets and stolen moments. Varun felt alive in a way he never had before, like his world had been painted with colours he never knew existed.

But life is often unpredictable, and sometimes, the brightest moments are fleeting.

One morning, Varun received news that shattered his world. Mia had been in an accident. A car crash, they said. She didn’t survive.

Varun’s heart broke into a million pieces. The pain was indescribable, a crushing weight that left him numb. He couldn’t believe that the girl who had brought so much light into his life was gone. It felt like the universe had played a cruel joke on him, giving him a glimpse of happiness only to snatch it away.

He stopped going to the oak tree. He couldn’t bear to face the place that held so many memories of her. The days passed in a blur, and Varun withdrew into himself, shutting out the world. He couldn’t understand how life could be so unfair.

The school picnic came again that year, but Varun couldn’t bring himself to go. Instead, he wandered through the empty school grounds, lost in his thoughts. As he walked, he found himself drawn to the oak tree, the place where it all began.

He sat down under its branches and closed his eyes, remembering the sound of Mia’s laughter, the way she looked at him with those bright eyes. Tears streamed down his face, but for the first time in months, he didn’t push the pain away. He let himself feel it—really feel it.

After what felt like hours, he opened his eyes and noticed something. In front of him, a small flower had bloomed. It was delicate and beautiful, just like Mia had been. Varun stared at it for a long time, and then he understood.

Mia was gone, but the memories they shared would always be with him. The love they had would remain in his heart, even though she was no longer by his side. Sometimes, he realized, you need to let go and allow yourself to heal.

Varun stood up and took a deep breath. He would never forget Mia. She had changed his life in ways he could never fully express. But he knew now that holding onto the pain was only keeping him from living. Mia had shown him how beautiful life could be, and he owed it to her to carry that beauty forward.

As he walked away from the oak tree, Varun felt a sense of peace. He had learned to let go—not of Mia, but of the sorrow that had kept him prisoner. And in letting go, he found the strength to live again.

When Life Gets Blurry, Adjust Your Focus

In the bustling city of Bangalore, there lived a young boy named Aaraya who was known for his curiosity and love of exploration. Whether he was building forts in the park or crafting intricate models of spaceships, Aaraya's days were filled with adventure. His keen eyes were always searching for new discoveries.

One day, Aaraya noticed something troubling. His clear vision began to blur. It started gradually—words on the page seemed to swim, and distant objects appeared hazy. At first, he thought it was just fatigue from his endless activities, but as the days passed, the blurriness persisted and even worsened.

Aaraya's parents, worried, took him to see Dr. Deepak Chopra, the city's optometrist. After a thorough examination, Dr. Deepak Chopra looked at Aaraya with a gentle smile. "Aaraya," he said, "it seems you have a vision problem. Your eyes are struggling to focus clearly, which is why things look blurry. But don't worry; we can help you. We c
an fix this."

Dr. Deepak Chopra gave Aaraya a pair of glasses and explained that they would help him see more clearly. Aaraya put on the glasses, and for the first time in weeks, the world around him snapped into focus. He was amazed at how clear and vibrant everything looked.

Still, Aaraya wasn't completely satisfied. He wanted to understand why his vision had become blurry in the first place. Dr. Deepak Chopra noticed his curiosity and said, "Sometimes, when life gets blurry, it's not just about needing glasses. It's about adjusting your focus and adapting to new situations."

Aaraya pondered this as he adjusted to his new glasses. At school, he began to see everything with a new perspective. He realized that while his vision had been blurred, his mind was sharp and his creativity undiminished. His paintings of spaceships and landscapes now had intricate details he hadn't noticed before. His renewed clarity in seeing inspired him to experiment with his art, adding new layers and textures.

One day, Aaraya's best friend, Vaniya, came to him with her own problem. Her family was moving to a different city, and she was feeling overwhelmed and sad. Aaraya, remembering his own struggle with blurry vision, decided to share his experience with her. "Vaniya," he said, "when I couldn't see clearly, it felt like everything was out of focus. But then I got these glasses, and it was like a whole new world opened up to me. Sometimes, when things feel overwhelming, it's like being in a fog. What you need is to adjust your focus and see things in a new light."

Aaraya encouraged Vaniya to think of the move as an adventure rather than a loss. He reminded her that just as he had learned to appreciate the world through his glasses, she could find new opportunities and joys in her new environment. Vaniya took Aaraya's words to heart. She began to view the move as a chance to make new friends and explore new places. Her perspective shifted, and she approached the change with a sense of excitement and hope.

As the years went by, Aaraya continued to thrive with his newfound clarity, both in his vision and in his outlook on life. He learned that sometimes, the solutions to problems aren't about changing the world around you but about adjusting how you see it. His experiences taught him that life's blurriness is often an opportunity to refocus and rediscover the beauty and potential in every moment.

In the end, both Aaraya and Vaniya grew into their new perspectives, finding that when life gets blurry, the best thing to do is to adjust your focus and embrace the new clarity that emerges.