These are my articles written over time. Please feel free to ask questions about any post.
The sky held a stillness that morning, like the world waiting to listen. Mira and Grandfather walked through a meadow where dew clung to every blade of grass. “I understand compassion now,” Mira said. “It asks me to stand beside someone’s pain. But… what if that someone caused the pain?” Grandfather stopped by an ancient […]
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Life, Self
When empathy begins to move its feet and bear another’s weight. Mira stood beneath the fig tree, now bursting with leaves. A stranger rested against its trunk—his clothes torn, eyes wary, but still. She brought water. He did not speak. She sat beside him anyway. That evening, she asked Grandfather, “Why did I sit with
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Life Purpose
The wind was gentler that morning. Mira sat by the riverside, her fingers trailing ripples across the water’s surface. She had planted fig seeds just days ago, and already, green shoots had emerged from the soil like tiny hands reaching for the sun. Grandfather joined her, holding two cups of warm tea. He handed her
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Life Purpose
The morning was quiet. Dew clung to the grass like tiny pearls, and the sun stretched lazily across the village rooftops. Mira walked beside her grandfather, a fresh fig nestled in her palm—its skin still warm from the neighbor’s oven. “Grandfather,” she said, rolling the fig between her fingers, “yesterday I was afraid the traveler
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Life Purpose
The clouds clung low to the hills, and a hush had fallen over the village. Mira walked quietly beside her grandfather, their steps crunching on the dew-kissed path leading beyond the fields. “Is this the same path we took last spring?” she asked. Her grandfather nodded. “It looks familiar, but each time we walk it,
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Life Challenges
Mira and her grandfather stood beside the same tree that once bent under the weight of the storm. The wind had stilled, the branches had healed, and tiny blossoms now danced in the light. “Grandfather,” Mira said softly, “is this tree strong because it withstood the storm?” Her grandfather rested a hand on the bark.
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Life Challenges
The morning after a long night of wind and rain, Mira and her grandfather walked to the pond beyond the garden. The surface shimmered with soft light. The storm had passed, but its memory lingered in broken twigs and scattered petals. Mira peered into the pond. “It looks different today,” she said. Grandfather knelt beside
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Self
The wind carried the scent of rain through the trees as Mira and her grandfather walked along the muddy forest path. Branches above them dripped with fresh memories of a storm. Puddles mirrored the broken sky. Mira glanced at her boots, each step heavy in the soaked earth. “Grandfather,” she said, “sometimes… even when I
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Life Challenges
The morning sun filtered through the tall trees as Mira and her grandfather walked along the winding forest path. The river, ever flowing, whispered beside them, its waters catching the light like a ribbon of silver. Mira clutched the smooth stone in her hand — the one she had picked up when they first talked
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Life Purpose
Life often tests us with moments of loss, failure, and sorrow. In such times, the present can feel overwhelming—like a storm with no end in sight. Yet, if only we could glimpse the unseen possibilities of tomorrow, the despair we feel today would lose its weight. This simple truth carries profound wisdom. Much of human
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Life Challenges