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Category: Philosophy

  • Perplexity

    Perplexity

    The agony of not being able to express your emotions

    The prodigy of having someone who understands your unsaid words

  • A Flickering Lightbulb

    A Flickering Lightbulb

    A lonely, winding path.

    A flickering lightbulb overhead.

    The street’s shrouded in complete darkness, with little illumination to boast of, save for the tiny pinpricks of light from the occasional firefly, the bulb providing no such help.

    There’s just the two of us here, just you and me.

    You draw your hood low against the cold droughts of wind as we walk, and I do the same, not from fear of the cold, but from the ache of possibly seeing a downward curve to your lips, disapproval curling at the edges, and it’s this that I cannot allow.

    All of a sudden, you let out a small gasp and clutch my hand tighter, your steps skittering on the asphalt, and it’s almost in tandem with the loud chorus of howls starting up somewhere, unseen and terrifying.

    Gripping my cold, bloodless fingers, you pull me to a stop, asking in hushed whispers, “Did you hear that?”

    and of course I do, but how could I possibly tell you that, without betraying my shaky voice, without letting slip a sliver of the fear that’s curling through my veins, rendering me immobile?

    So I just gently stroke my thumb along yours, hoping beyond hope that it gives you a shadow of the comfort I yearn to, and pull you forward, alongside me in the plunging, encompassing darkness.

    And with trembling steps, you come along, reluctance emanating from every pore, and if I could, I’d laugh at the mildly disgruntled faces I know you must be pulling, the very thought of your nose wrinkled in displeasure sending me to the edges of hysteria.

    (If I could, I’d simply get you out of here, where we knew nobody and no one called out our name.)

    (If I could, I’d give you the whole world to do with as you so wished.)

    but I can’t, so I just walk alongside you in a deep, deep silence.

    We walk and walk and keep walking, till we do not know why we’re doing this, till we do not remember our destinations or our names, till we are familiar with nothing but the shape of the other’s breath. (but then again, does anything else even matter?)

    We walk and that’s when, at long last we see it, the path ahead lit by the warm glow of a lightbulb, only this one does not flicker.

    And it’s here that we almost reach our first disagreement, because I wish to walk to it slowly, completely drink it in with our eyes, to see, to check that it’s real, that it’s there, that it won’t melt away at the barest touch, the way dreams often do, the way mere figments of imagination bring us to ruin.

    But you’re you and you wish to rush into it headlong with shining eyes and that mad laugh of yours. You’re you and I’m me and when have I ever been able to deny the smallest whisper from your lips? And so we hold each other tighter and run towards it, towards everything, our faces split in identical grins.

    And surprising me in the way only you ever can, the first thing you do, after we reach, is throw your arms around me, and I curl mine around you, hiding my smile in your hair as I feel relief as I’ve never known before, course through me.

    “I can’t believe we did it”, you whisper contently, before quietly adding “Weren’t you scared?”

    And of course I was, but how could I possibly tell you that if it hadn’t been for your steady heartbeat against my palms, that if it hadn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here right now?

    A luminescent lightbulb overhead.

    There’s just the two of us here, just you and me (and I would never have it any other way.)

  • THE MIND 

    Everyday we grow in different ways in our life, we face challenges, fear, success, failure, and so on. These are part of our life cycle but sometimes we shattered by our own feelings and start doubting ourselves, our mind/ brain is a powerful tool.  Let’s get to know how our mind controls the thoughts and emotions- In a scientific way if we see there are two parts of mind that is conscious and subconscious.  Conscious mind is present behind the forehead, at prefrontal cortex which is responsible for thinking and voluntary actions whereas our subconscious mind is responsible for involuntary actions and has powerful force, what we habitually thinks it stores in our subconscious mind.  

    Our conscious mind is  the creative one, it decide what we want in our life what we want to do, it fulfill our desire, wished and more. On the other side our subconscious mind act as habit mind like  think positive and good, good will happen in your life  think evil, negative will happen   Our personality also depends on what we think  all day,  to attain peace of mind and health our subconscious has to be strong in a positive way. This means that whatever we claim mentally our subconscious mind accept it as true and store it as memory, or we can say nature of thought is decided by subconscious mind and it response accordingly.  Our subconscious mind don’t argue towards whatever decision we make it creates imprint in a stubborn way. If you signal it a wrong  information it accepts it as true and gives you the experience of your thought/idea. 

    Another system which works on our mind is belief system-  you might have experience whenever you allow yourself to change any habit, any experience, any thought or mental process. It is very challenging you feel to ask why I have to do this change? what is the need? because your subconscious is not ready accept that change, it will keep dragging you to follow your old routine/ habit. I know it is difficult to make changes in our habits but its not impossible, the reason is because we don’t want to come out of our comfort bubble.  Belief system works in both ways either negative or positive, as for example if you want to achieve your goals but your belief is not strong enough and you constantly doubt yourself, command negative thoughts to your mind so, you will never achieve that goal in your life. To gain success, wealth, fame you have to make your belief  strong, in this also we face challenges because source of belief comes from- events, knowledge, past experiences, environment. You might have observe your surrounding if someone constantly calls you weak, useless, unimportant or if somebody suggest you do any work according to their ways how you will react?  but  there is situation every person reacts differently to same suggestion because of  belief system and  subconscious mind. 

    This entire concept of mind is entirely within our control; it takes time, but if you allow and accept positive change, you will feel more powerful, you will learn to face challenges, you will learn to overcome failure, you will learn how to control emotions and thoughts, and you will achieve mental stability before making any decisions. So, never lose hope or faith – if you want to become your new self, you must repeat the procedure until your subconscious accepts the new habit. Manifest your desired lifestyle and personality since it all starts with your thoughts and beliefs.

  • WHISPERS OF THE CITY: THE ARCHITECT’S TALE

    Once upon a time in the bustling city of Metropolis, an architect named Oliver lived. He was a thin man, so gaunt and fragile that the mere sight of him could send a shiver down one’s spine. His figure was like a wisp of smoke and seemed to defy the laws of substance. Although he had a good earning and respectable job there was something that bothered him a lot, his dreams that were so impossible to be fulfilled in this fast-moving world. And because of this, he gave most of his time to his work. For numerous he had designed grand skyscrapers that reached the gate of heaven from the head of land, and this led him to many prestigious awards and honours. Despite all this, he was leading a very monotonous and boring life.

    On one fateful day, when he strolled down the deserted labyrinthine streets thinking intensely about nothing and carrying his body forcefully, he came across an old shop on one of the strangest corners of the street. This was not a usual shop with a fancy name, boards, paints and location. His absent-minded body took him into the shop. He didn’t want to go, but it was the curiosity of his subconscious mind that led him to the shop. When he entered the shop he saw bookshelves that were made of oak wood. The shelves lost their shine but not their magnificence and strength, standing still like a wall. There were about 50 bookshelves in the shop. While he was trying to digest what he is looking at, he heard an old shaking voice of a woman. He turned towards his left following the source of the voice, he saw an old woman coming towards him with a pleasing smile. “How may I help you? ” asked the lady. This old woman was in her sixties wearing an old shirt and a full-length skirt. Her face, etched with a myriad of wrinkles and lines, told stories of a life richly lived not by money but by memories. Her joyous and happy tone mesmerised Oliver. Like ancient jewels, her eyes shimmered with depth that seemed to transcend the present moment. While Oliver was staring absently at her she asked again “How may I assist you? ” but this time her question broke the temporal hypnosis of Olvier. And with complete nervousness, he said “Actually I was just passing by and saw…… ” Before he could complete the old lady said, “Welcome to our book store we have numerous books, please have a look and select the book you want”. Something happened and Oliver decided to go through each shelf even though he was not a person who read books.

    While he was walking into the store, he came across numerous genres of books like novels, history, fiction, poetry, novel, science, and so on. Apart from the genre it had some of the old books and comics whose publication was stopped a very long time ago. And while wandering through hundreds of books he came across a thick diary-like book. It was a leather-bound journal that caught the attention of his eyes. And when he took the book and opened it, he found handwritten stories that revealed the secret dreams and desires of its previous owner. And when he went through that book he got so much curious to read the content in the book. He got so impressed that he decided to buy it. He went to that lady and asked to buy it. 

    When he came back to his house he dived into the journey of literature and sailed into the ocean of dreams and words of its previous owners. The story of these dreams brought a whole new perspective towards the thought process of Oliver. He was so relaxed and enlightened by reading this book. The book contained all dreams and desires that were achieved and failed. Romanticism, happiness, and success gave him a positive point of view which was balanced by some sorrows of failure. But the failures were not the reason to demotivate the reader but to motivate him to run towards his/her dream. After completing the reading of his book, he returned to his desk, not with a dull face but with eyes that were screaming joy and motivation. And then he made very beautiful designs and changed the whole look of the city.

    Positivity and motivation lie in the inner soul, sometimes we just need a reason to trigger this. Here, the book played the role of trigger for Oliver and motivated him to establish his dreams and desires.

  • A Quiet Evening

    I sat cradling a cup of warm coffee between my palms as droplets pattered on the windowsill beside me. Every so often a single droplet would be led astray and reach for my coffee, making me smile unconsciously. There has always been something about the rain that intensifies human emotion. On that particular evening I sat ruminating in the quiet joys of my life. It was hard for me to accept that I could be a happy adult, that I could find the hustle of the world around me endearing. I outwardly hated it but I had no qualms about the way my life was turning out particularly.

    Do not misunderstand, reader. I was not a happy individual per se, but one with no troubles I could not handle. Moreover, the motivation to go looking for problems and to dig up old melancholy had vanished from my existence. I attributed this to my age. Perhaps it was upsetting, how the vigor one had for life could dissipate when one hadn’t even covered a quarter of it. But I had found a way that worked for me and it gave me an odd thrill to be satisfied in a world that functioned on lack. It was due to this nature of mine that I had ended up molding that made me like the rain even though I did not adore it as some do, romanticizing the very notion of it. I had simply accepted it and now I had begun to enjoy the experience.

    I lived for such quiet evenings, ones where I made little to no sound and simply existed as an ear for the world. It reminded me of a poem of mammothic proportions, Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Whitman considered it a joy and a worthy use of one’s time to fade into the background in order to hear the sounds of his surroundings. While I did not share his endurance, that of a poet and an artist, I found this act to be worthy of the time of a human. As a leaf of grass, what was the purpose of a temporal life, if not to be here in the present and green? These were the thoughts that I shared with myself, and now I share with you, as I emptied my cup of that black liquid and returned to the company of others.

  • Is he the one?

    Is he the one?

    Me : Why don’t you leave me like everyone else did?

    He replied , ‘ Love , i am here to draw stars around your scars , to turn your insecurities into perfections . The most innocent souls suffer the most  , I am here to hold your hand without expecting  you to hold mine back . You deserve a slow , unrushed love . I’ll wait for you to heal ; until we are ready to unleash this mysterious and unpredictable world “together”.

  • Weavering

    Weavering

    Him: Hold my hand ;I’ll take you to the stars.

    Her: But my hands are full ; holding myself together.

  • Finally, Home.

    Finally, Home.

    No one would believe me if I said I’ve never woken up at a same place twice. It all began the moment I turned 16. I had gone to sleep the night before expecting waking up to parents screaming and arguing. Instead, I had woken up to a gentle breeze, warmth of the sun and salt in the air. It had taken me a minute to be aware of my surroundings. Somehow from the comfort of my bed, I had woken up in sand and water going past my body. I had woken up to a beach from my bed overnight. When I had tried to tell somehow about it, my throat had closed and lips sealed tight, absolutely refusing to utter even a single word. And at that moment I knew, this wasn’t going to happen just once, and no one would ever know this secret of mine. Years went by, the curse stayed. Every day I woke up to a different place yet saw the same sun, the concept of something named “home” completely erased from my mind. Every night, I had gone to bed afraid and woke up to unknown places I had never seen and faces I had never met. It had taken me a lot of time to adjust but I had overcome the fear, the surprise. I had liked the places, the adventures. Loved every bit of it. Then came the hardest part. Leaving behind all the people who made space into my heart. For them, I would just disappear, vanish into thin air without a clue. For them, I was a liar who wasn’t able to fulfil my promises, all I could do was give excuses. Because no matter how much I wanted to stay, I couldn’t, the time did not care for me, neither did fate. I did not fit anywhere. All the places, all the faces felt unknown, uncertain. Today and tomorrows were gone in me playing pretense and being nothing more than just a mask, a facade. The pain of leaving people behind wasn’t worth belonging somewhere. Then someone came along. Someone who invaded my heart and all my senses. Someone who wasn’t ready to let me go. Someone who learned to love me despite everything. And someone who somehow knew my secret.

    Years back, somebody had told me you always crave for what you can’t get. I had always wondered what was it that I craved the most? Was it the excitement? Was it the adventure? Was it freedom? Is that why I was always at a different place whenever I opened my eyes early at dawn? But when I laid beside him in the darkness, I realised, a home was always what I needed all along. A place where I could belong. A place where I could just be. And when I had just found something I felt like I could hold on to, I did not want to let it go, I did not want to close my eyes only to open them and find myself surrounded by nothing. I wasn’t just afraid; I was terrified of drifting to darkness but that did stop the fluttering of my eyes. There was only as much my brain could take before slipping into unconsciousness. It was after a certain time, I felt the warmth of the sun in my bones, the sound of birds chirping outside, and I was already dreading whatever could be this time, what will I wake up to. Already knowing I’d lose it all, lose everything, all over again. I kept praying and praying and praying until and opened my eyes in a daze and realised those were the same arms I’d fallen asleep in, the same arms promising to hold me and never let me go no matter what, the same eyes that had turned into the melted pools of tenderness while cradling me, the same voice that had sung me lullabies of forever.

    I wondered maybe that was the reason why I never fit anywhere and that was the exact reason why I awoke at a new place every morning. Because I wasn’t meant for it. Until now. And that was the day I woke up with something other than fear- a hope, a hope that maybe my dream wouldn’t be a mere dream anymore, and that day I woke up with a feeling of what it is like to be finally home.

  • Truth always wins?

    Once upon a time there was a girl, named Aarna. She was sweet, polite, decent and belonged to a good family in Kanpur. She shifted to Mumbai for her studies and stayed as paying guest with two other girls Sakshi and Vidya in a 1 BHK house in Bandra.  She was like the girl next door, very relatable at times and very helpful. Sakshi on the other hand was an extrovert, outspoken and bold. Vidya was a bookworm, introvert, shy and kind of a coward. Despite of their different personalities, they got along really well, they became so close to each other that it was like a new family for them.  They all went to the same college and were in the same class. They passed their first year degree with good grades and decided to celebrate.

    They went clubbing the next day their results came out. It was only the three of them. While dancing on the loud music one guy approached Sakshi but Sakshi blew him off. So Aarna said, “Common he was so hot why did you have to blow him off”. Sakshi was like he’s not my type. Aarna said, so then go find your type. 

    Sakshi – ‘ Now’ , Aarna – ‘ Yes common let’s find a guy of your type ‘

    When they were talking to each other,  the guy that approached Sakshi, heard their conversation and bumped into Sakshi and asked, ‘ who’s your type, I bet I can be exactly what you want!’. Sakshi looked at Aarna and Aarna gave her a nod to go talk to him , but Vidya stopped her, she said, ‘ you don’t know him’ . Aarna said, ‘ She will have to talk in order to know him’.  Sakshi went with that guy , his name was Aakash, they enjoyed each other’s company, exchanged numbers then later Aakash with his friend Aman dropped the girls at their home in his car. 

    After a few days, Sakshi and Aakash became official. Aarna was the happiest one but Vidya had her doubts, She said, ‘ this guy looks a little off to me’. Aarna was like why ?, he seems fine to me. Vidya asks ‘ do you know where he stays?’ Sakshi replies ‘yes , he stays on rent with his friend Aman just like us in Goregaon.’  Aarna interupts ‘ enough with your doubts, let her live.’ Vidya was like okay fine.

    A month later Aarna asked Sakshi to find out of Aman’s single. Sakshi said ‘yes he is’.  Then Aman and Aarna got along really quick and started dating. The four of them started hanging out together, but Vidya felt a little left out. She even tried to talk about it with her friends but they said we’ll find someone for you too. Everything was going really well until one day Aarna came home late, around 1.30 in the morning and she rang the doorbell. Nobody opened the door. She tried to call Sakshi but she didn’t pick up. So she went to their neighbour’s house where they had kept an extra pair of keys. The neighbours were a little pissed for disturbing them so late, she apologized and came to open the door. As soon as she got inside her house, she closed the door, the lights were off, so she went to switch it on. The moment there was light in the room, Aarna saw something that have her shivers. She was shocked, couldn’t move couldn’t speak, she was trembling, tears came falling out of her eyes and then she gathered the courage to scream. Her scream was so loud, she didn’t know when to stop. She fell down on her knees, devastated, disturbed, confused, emotional, too many emotions all together. 

    What she saw was her friend Sakshi’s dead body hanging on the ceiling fan. Vidya was not at home, Aarna’s scream woke up a lot of their neighbours and they all came checking at their house. One of them called the police. The police came and took Aarna to the police station as witness. They started questioning her, she said that Sakshi had a little fight with her boyfriend maybe that had led her take this drastic step. Police asked about Sakshi’s boyfriend, Aarna gave them the name and address. When police went to that address, there was nobody there. They again interrogated Aarna , she was surprised then she showed them the photo of Aakash. The police said this is Aakash, he’s the son of former chief minister of Maharashtra. Aarna was shocked, she had no idea about this. The police said don’t try to put this on an innocent boy. She said I had no idea who he is. He used to stay with his friend named Aman . The police said, Aman is his cousin brother. You are fooling us around, where is your other flatmate. Aarna replied ‘she has no idea’. The police sent a force to find Vidya. Until then, Aarna was sent home. The next day, police came and arrested Aarna in the murder of Sakshi. Aarna kept shouting on top of her voice that she has not done anything. The police said they have evidence and witness. She asked who is the witness. The police said they have statement of their neighbours that boys used to come to your house everyday and you all used to party all night with alcohol and drugs. Aarna was shocked, she said this isn’t true. There is other part to this story. The police asked ‘you want us to conduct a blood test for you because you know that you did drugs. Aarna said ‘I’m not denying that I did drugs but I was forced, I didn’t want to do it but they forced us’ . The police asked ‘who’? Aarna said ‘ Aakash and Aman’ , they used to bring drugs and they forced us to join them. The police said, ‘ so tell me when was the last time they came into your house with drug’ Aarna replied ‘ a week ago ‘ . The police said, ‘ then how did we find this packet of cocaine in your house?’ Aarna was shocked, she literally had no idea about this. She had nothing to say, but she gathered some courage to question the officer that how does these thing prove that I killed Sakshi ? The police replied ” we have statement of Aman and Akash and they said you were jealous of Sakshi. Aarna said ‘why would I be jealous of her ?’ The police said because you were in love with Aakash but it was Sakshi whom Aakash loved. Aarna was shocked, she said ‘this is all bizzare, not true at all’ . So this isn’t true that you loved Aakash?  “NO” Aarna replied, he’s the one who got close to me. And what did you do when he got close to you? The police asked. Aarna took a moment to put everything into words, she said ‘it was a trap, they did this to us. They killed her, they killed Sakshi, it was then not me” She kept repeating the same thing. Then they put her in jail.  

    Later that day, Aarna’s parents came to Mumbai and found out that she’s in jail. They came to visit her and after seeing her they could hardly understand anything. They didn’t let her talk until the court hearing. 

    Two days later the police caught Vidya, she was in her hometown Nagpur. She was brought into jail for confession. She denied knowing anything. She played safe. According to her she had left in the morning of the day Sakshi died, because her mom was sick. She said Aarna, Aman, Sakshi and Aakash used to hangout together all the time and she was not even in the picture. She also denied knowing anything about the drugs or the guys. Then the police asked Sakshi about Aarna having feelings for Aakash. Vidya said that’s true. She said Aarna was not happy with Sakshi and Aakash’s relationship, she tried her level best to break it. Vidya said that Aarna was involved in drug supply and one day she druged Aakash to make out with her against his will but Sakshi found out about it, maybe that could be the reason why she committed suicide. The police took Vidya’s confessions and sent her home. 

    Then came the day of Aarna’s hearing in the court.  Aarna vowed that she will only speak the truth and that is what she did. She said, ” the four of us got along and started hanging out but we had no idea about their identity, we didn’t know who they were and what they are capable of. They are the one’s who are actually involved in drug business. They try to find a safe place to hide their stock. They gained our trust and hid those packets of drugs at our houses. One day Aakash and Aman came into our house for night out and they also brought a few friends of theirs. So it was me and Sakshi and four other guys. They spiked our drink and when me and Sakshi were druged the four of them raped us and also made videos of it. The next day Aakash came and showed me the video where he was kissing me and he accused me to have taken advantage of him when he was drunk. He then showed that video to Sakshi and said I took advantage of him. Sakshi was very upset with m, I tried to explain her that I could never do that to her but she was so angry with me. Then Aman came and broke up with me for what I did with Aakash. But that day I found out that out bathroom ceiling had a hidden closet where I found packets of cocaine. I instantly understood who did this. So I went to Aakash and told him that I’ll go to police and register a complain about him but he blackmailed me the video that they had made of me and Sakshi. I was shattered, I didn’t know what to do so Aakash told me that if I help him sexually he will delete our videos. I couldn’t think of anything, I didn’t understand what to do so I came home and told Vidya about everything. She said that we should immediately get rid of the cocaine at our home. So me and Vidya both took the packets and emptied it in the sea because we were scared and couldn’t think of anything else. While we were out destroying drugs, Aakash came into our home to see Sakshi but there he found out that his drugs are missing. So he immediately called me and I told him that I got rid of it and also I’m not scared of the video. Aakash got so angry that he leaked Sakshi’s video but not mine because I said I’m not afraid of him. He couldn’t think of anything else so he confronted Sakshi. He told her that he had hidden his drugs in our house worth rupees 250 crores and I destroyed it. He asked Sakshi that who will pay his 250 crores. Sakshi couldn’t think of anything, she didn’t understand a word that he said. Then Aakash showed her the video of hers that he leaked and told her this is how you will have to pay me. I’ll send you customers, you will charge them by selling yourself or do whatever you want to do I don’t care I just want my money back. Sakshi could hardly speak knowing that her video is already out, she was shattered and broken. Then Aakash told her, if you and your friend doesn’t pay me back, I’ll go to the police and file a complain against you that you are involved in drug dealing and it will be very easy for me because when you guys will have a medical check up, it will appear in your system, so you only have two choices, either pay me my money back or send a lifetime in jail. 

    After that Aakash left. This is when Sakshi committed suicide and I know this because she sent me a suicide note voicemail in my phone before hanging herself, which I heard after reaching home and after seeing Sakshi’s dead body right in front of me. 

    I was with Vidya the whole time, but while coming home after Aakash’s phone call, Vidya got another call from an unknown number. I’m assuming that call was from either Aakash or Aman who gave her a chance to save herself from all that had happened only if she helps saving them. When I was taken to police station after Sakshi’s death, I forgot my phone at the house which had Sakshi’s voicemail and then I never found it again. Nobody would have seen Vidya coming back to the house to keep another packet of cocaine as an evidence against me because all our neighbours were in police station and who else had the keys to our home. Then she took my phone and disappeared. I’m assuming they offered her a good amount of money for doing what she did. That’s all I have to say. This is my truth and the rest is fake story that they made up to save themselves”.

    The court heard Aarna’s confession and took it into consideration and gave another date of hearing which was next week. But until the next week Aarna had realised what would the decision be, as in two years she has very well understood how the system works, how girls are taken advantage of, how corrupt every officer is, how money can bend morals. She was prepared and when the day of the result came she wasn’t surprised to know that the decision was not in her favour. The court said that they don’t have any evidence of what Aarna said. They couldn’t even find the leaked video of Sakshi. Also Vidya’s mom gave her statement that Vidya was in Nagpur on the day of Sakshi’s death. The court sentenced Aarna lifetime prisonment under the reason behind Sakshi’s death and also for being involved in drug supply. 

    THE END.

  • Meera tells a Story

    Meera tells a Story

    In the serene village of Ananthapuram, nestled amidst verdant fields and whispering trees, a young girl named Meera found solace in the nostalgic charm of rural life. Her heart was captivated by the enchanting power of storytelling, passed down through generations. Driven by curiosity, Meera explored the hidden treasures of her village’s past. In the attic of her ancestral home, she discovered a weathered journal brimming with faded ink and forgotten memories. Determined to preserve her village’s heritage, Meera shared these captivating narratives with her community.

    Under the sprawling banyan tree, Meera organized storytelling gatherings, inviting villagers to bask in the warmth of shared tales. Her words painted vivid pictures of bygone eras, transporting the listeners to simpler times when life unfolded at a leisurely pace. With each unveiled story, Meera fostered unity and pride within the villagers. They embraced their cultural traditions, cherishing the values that had shaped their community. Inspired by the wisdom of their ancestors, they supported one another in their pursuits.

    News of Meera’s captivating storytelling spread, drawing visitors to Ananthapuram. The village thrived, as stories ignited hope and breathed new life into its streets and homes .Over time, Meera’s passion for storytelling grew stronger. Her words kindled dreams and left an everlasting impact. Ananthapuram flourished, a testament to its past and a beacon of hope for the future.

    In the quietude of the village, Meera’s stories echoed, connecting generations and reminding them of their roots. Ananthapuram became a place where the spirit of rural India lived on, leaving an indelible mark on its people, ensuring a legacy of joy, unity, and contentment.