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If this is Perseverance:

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  Strolling through my garden is a very interesting sport to me. The day when a new shoot appeared in a sapling used to give me a real boost. Nurturing them gave an immense joy and it was in fact like getting recharged in between everyday schedules in life.    This tiny little cutting of jasmine too was fulfilling my long craving for having a jasmine plant at home. Many a time I found its struggle to survive with its tiny shoots shrivelled up and dried. But each time I saw it in that pathetic condition, something in me said, No, don't let it go...Care for it! It will survive...It will start yielding beautiful jasmine with its scintillating perfume around one day!   Instinctively I adhered to my inner voice. I slowly drew the feeble stem out. With an eye like that of a surgeon, I could spot out the fungi at the tip of the feeble root. Very carefully I snipped it out and again planted it. This time with utmost care.   Slowly but very slowly I could see my l...

The priceless gift:

It was 7.30pm when the Day ended for Ahalya at the office. The days' were of 9hours duration in the office for a  superintendent of a private limited company.         Return from office when the traffic turned out to be hectic was again tiring. It was a certain peculiar automation for the limbs as she boarded the metro train and alighted from it.          Most of the sub-lanes were silent. With homeward rushing feet, her mind too was in motion...What is there for dinner at home? Her son's  PTA meeting to be attended. The unattended files in the office to be completed before the half yearly auditing. The medicines to be purchased for her ailing mother. To console her better half about the lagging transfer files...          With all thoughts in and out the mind....she did not realise that she had reached right in front of her house.      ...

I have freed Krishna....

"I have freed Krishna......Amma, I've freed Krishna!" Kusuma could hear little Ramu screaming out with full excitement.        There came Ramu with a beaming smile and radiant eyes. Before Kusuma could start her interrogation; Ramu set out a couple of those to an astonished Kusuma.        "Amma why do you lock Him up there in that puja-room? Don't you know that He loved to be with the young Yadhavas....always with fun and frolic. Our school-master told us today that children should be allowed to play freely to grow strong! So, amma I've taken our Kannah out from the puja-room. Yeah....I've freed Krishna." In no time Ramu pulled Kusuma to the garden.        It was amazing!  Kusuma's Balamurali Krishna was adorning their small garden with his flute...!         Kusuma was spell-bound with a greater happiness sitting beside her three-year-old son and his playmat...

Strong shoots.......

        We've got fed up of theme-based dresses and uniforms. .....ma'm let's wear something of our choice on this ethnic day. It was so astonishing to hear this statement from my students. My curiosity provoked me to ask them why? Because we don't want to trouble our parents by demanding for new dresses when we know pretty well about the struggles they face in making two ends meet.         I could sense myself staring at them with a lot of admiration.  Without hiding my feelings I just told them openly that I felt proud of them.         My train of thoughts took me to the times when we were teenagers who were so conscious about ourselves. It wasn't a time where, to look educated, people had tailored their outfits and groomed themselves.  In fact, it was a time where we were put to open thinking and high ideals. Each one had a distinct way of perception towards issu...