Long, long ago, a boy named Amang lived with his sister in a small village in the hills. Their parents had died when they were young, and the two children had very little. A few villagers showed them kindness and brought them food from time to time. Most people, however, left them to manage as Read more…
Ananya discovered Raghav Mehra’s secret because neither of them had found time for lunch. It happened on the final Wednesday of the month, when half the office was racing to complete its targets and the other half was pretending not to watch the clock. At twenty minutes past seven, Ananya finally sent the report she Read more…
Long ago, there was a king and his only son. The kingdom itself was not peaceful, not really. People said there were more snakes than humans, and it didn’t feel like an exaggeration. You could step out for the smallest thing and still feel uneasy, like something might be watching you from the ground or Read more…
The Benefits of Kindness Are Rarely Obvious at First He, who wishes to secure the good of others, has already secured his own. When I first read this line by Confucius, I didn’t find it comforting. I found it slightly annoying. It sounded too neat. Too clean. Almost suspiciously optimistic. After all, most of us Read more…
The Surprising Benefits of Helping Others (and Why It Might Be the Real Secret to Happiness) You know that quiet feeling you get when you’ve just helped someone—really helped them? It’s not loud like excitement. It doesn’t buzz like adrenaline. It just… settles. A kind of warmth that wraps around your ribs and stays with Read more…
Once upon a time, a noble king devoted to Lord Shiva sought divine blessings. He came up with an idea—he ordered everyone in his kingdom to fill the jaladhari, a perforated vessel hanging over the Shiva Linga, with milk. The king believed that if the jaladhari overflowed, Lord Shiva would bless the entire land. However, Read more…
A long time ago, there existed a village in which pretty much every family was quite well off. Each family owned a plot of land and had a farm of their own. However, an old woman lived on the outskirts of the village. She was rather poor and was living out her days in a Read more…
“Wait a minute, Solomon. I’ve got something for you,” these were the words of Dwarka ammachi, or grandma. She was the eldest and the most pious person in our local church. The eighth grader me surmised that it was some wonderful present or a savory delicacy, or that she was perhaps in need of some Read more…
