Letter

Letter Published in The National UAE on 22 Nov 24 Delhi can't breathe With reference to Taniya Dutta's article New Delhi pollution: Schools shut as air quality hits worst level this year in Indian capital (November 18): This time, the city’s pollution levels reached the “severe plus” category, marking the worst air quality recorded this year in Delhi. Such hazardous levels of pollution led to school lessons moving online, work from home, and significantly reduced visibility on the roads, causing traffic to come to a standstill. The alarming situation repeated this year highlights the urgent need for authorities to address the growing air pollution crisis. It is crucial for the government to take immediate and effective measures to improve air quality and bring it back to safer, more normal levels to protect public health and ensure the smooth functioning of daily life. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story85.ABond Beyond Time.

Small Story 85 A Bond Beyond Time Ramanathan never expected to receive an invitation for his friend Somu’s daughter's wedding. Both Ramanathan and his wife Bhagyam were taken aback. They had worked together in the Railway Reservation Department for over two decades. Somu’s daughter, Rekha, had often stayed with them during holidays at their home in Trichy, near Srirangam. Somu had settled in Chennai, in Adyar, and his son Akil had grown up to be a cricket player, working at a multinational bank. Akil had even bought a good house for himself and his wife, who also worked at a reputed bank. Rekha, after her marriage, was planning to move to the U.S. The wedding was scheduled to take place in Chennai over a span of 10 days. Ramanathan’s only son worked at the Trichy Railway Station as the station master. Bhagyam was feeling a bit left out as she spoke to Ramanathan one day: "Don't expect an invitation. Your friend has forgotten us. Rekha is going to the U.S. and becoming more successful. We are nothing compared to them." She reminisced about when Rekha had visited two years ago with her mum Ambujam, and how they had stayed for two days and visited temples. A few days later, Ramanathan was watching the news at 7 pm when the doorbell rang. His son, Govind, opened the door and was surprised to see Somu and Aunt Ambujam. They greeted each other warmly. "Ramanathan, how are you?" Somu asked. "I wanted to surprise you all. I've come to invite you to Rekha’s wedding. I’ll be staying here tonight, and tomorrow we leave for Chennai. I’ve booked hotel accommodation near the wedding hall. I’ve also arranged for someone to drive you to Chennai in their car. After the wedding, you can travel back to Srirangam with him. He’s another close friend of mine from Chennai, now settled in Thillainagar, Trichy. He’s a retired high-court advocate." That night, they reminisced for over an hour, talking about the old days and their fond memories. The next morning, Somu and Ambujam left, but Bhagyam and Ramanathan felt a deep sense of warmth and appreciation for the friendship that had stood the test of time. True friendship cannot be underestimated, and Somu’s gesture was a perfect example of how deep and lasting bonds can bring joy even in unexpected moments K.Ragavan 22-11-24

Stories Target

Dear Friends,. In my recent visit to US few friends asked me to write short stories in English .I took this request and by God's grace completed 84 till today.Hope by God's grace I will complete 100.Want to share this and sharing my stories to all with liberty With WarmRegards K.Ragavan 21-11-24

Small Story 84 The Surprise at the Door

Small Story 84 The Surprise at the Door Ramaswamy was waiting for his turn to give a blood sample for a sugar test when an elderly lady came and sat next to him. She smiled at him and said, "Sir, I’m in a bit of a hurry. If you could kindly allow me to go next, I would be very grateful." Normally, Ramaswamy would have declined, but today he had to finish his appointment quickly to attend to some urgent work. "I'm sorry, Madam, I also have some urgent work. Please excuse me," he replied. "No problem, Sir," she said politely. Her calm and respectful tone made Ramaswamy rethink. He was convinced by her gentle response and decided to let her go ahead. When his turn came, Ramaswamy asked the nurse to let the lady go next. She was visibly relieved and thanked him warmly. After she finished, he went in for his blood test. Once done, he stopped by a nearby Jayanagar hotel for a masala dosa and tea before heading home. The reason Ramaswamy was in a hurry was that his grandson was leaving for higher studies in the U.S. via Delhi at 12 pm that very day. He wanted to finish his work so he could be there on time to send him off. That’s why he initially hesitated to let the lady go ahead. But now, reflecting on her thoughtful manner, he was glad he had made the decision to help her. When Ramaswamy got home, he shared the story with his wife, Ambujam. “I don’t know what made her in such a hurry,” he said. “But in the end, her humble reply made me feel I had done the right thing.” At 11:30 am, just as Ramaswamy was preparing to leave for the airport, his surprise came: the same lady, Janaki, appeared at his door. "Namaskara, Sir," she greeted him warmly. "My grandson and your grandson are classmates. He’s in Colorado, Denver, and will be hosting your grandson, Sreeram, during his stay. I brought some sweets, pickles, and snacks for them." Janaki continued, "I didn’t realize you were his grandfather. Now I understand why you seemed restless this morning. I’m sorry if I disturbed you." She handed over a large parcel and another smaller one for Ramaswamy's family. Just then, Sreeram arrived home and greeted her, "Namaskara, Grandmother. My blessings to you for a safe journey." Ramaswamy was deeply moved by the kindness and thoughtfulness of Janaki. His decision to help her that morning had turned out to be a rewarding experience, reminding him of the goodness in the world. K.Ragavan 21-11-24

Small Story 83 Pure(Pavithramana)Love Part 2

Small Story 83: Pure (Pavithramana) Love - Part 2 Pavithra's father, Ram, admired Mithun's unwavering determination and believed that a miracle could happen, though he often wondered how. Days and months passed by, and nearly two years had gone since Mithun had come to Chennai. Rahul never allowed Mithun to stay alone, and Vasanthi treated Mithun like a brother. Ajay was happy to spend time with Mithun, going out, playing cricket, and chess. One Sunday, Ajay brought his friend Atul home for lunch. Atul was one year senior to Ajay. After lunch, Vasanthi asked Atul, "What do your parents do?" Atul replied, "Dad, Shyam works as a Program Manager in a software company, and my mom, Ambujam, is a renowned psychiatrist with many credentials." The next day, Vasanthi and Rahul visited Atul’s house to meet Ambujam. After introductions, Vasanthi shared Pavithra’s tragic accident and how she had lost her memory, as well as how their dear friend Mithun was suffering because of it. Ambujam listened patiently and said, "I admire Mithun's hope for a miracle. In our family, we’ve witnessed Shirdi Sai Baba’s miracles many times. Bring Mithun, Pavithra, and her parents next Sunday. I’ll see what I can do with Baba's blessings." On Sunday, everyone gathered at Ambujam’s house around 4 PM. After tea and snacks, Ambujam announced, “We are going to watch a movie in our home theater.” Everyone entered the theater. As Mithun walked in, he noticed a photo of Hema Malini on the wall. Pavithra saw the photo and asked Ambujam, "Who is she?" Everyone took their seats, and Ambujam sat next to Pavithra. She turned off the lights and whispered to Mithun, “Come sit next to Pavithra.” Mithun moved to the seat beside her, and Ambujam quietly got up. The film started, and it was Seeta Aur Geeta. As the movie began, Pavithra’s interest piqued, and she began shouting, “Mithun, this is such a lovely movie!” She reached out her hand to the seat next to her where Mithun was sitting. As the movie continued, Pavithra started humming along to the songs, occasionally placing her hand on Mithun's. When the movie ended and the lights came back on, Pavithra turned to Mithun and said, “Mithun, you didn’t tell me we were watching this movie at a friend's house!” Her parents were visibly excited. Vasanthi, along with Pavithra’s parents, thanked Ambujam for her thoughtful idea. With Shirdi Sai Baba’s blessings, Pavithra had regained her memories.Ram congratulated Mithun for his unwavering belief in the miracle, and Rahul was overjoyed as well. A few days later, Mithun and Pavithra’s wedding took place beautifully, surrounded by love and happiness. The following week, the entire group—Mithun, Pavithra, their families, and friends—set off on a journey to Shirdi, to visit the sacred place of Shirdi Sai Baba, the place where their miracle had come to life. K.Ragavan. 20-11-24

Small Story 82.Pure (Pavithramana) Love

Small Story 82 Pure (Pavithramana) Love Rahul received a call from his friend Mithun, who was calling from Kolkata. "Hey Rahul, how are you? I'll be visiting Chennai next Monday for an official transfer. I’ll be meeting you at your house in Tambaram," Mithun said. Rahul couldn’t believe it. Mithun, his old friend from college, was moving from Kolkata to Chennai. Both had been classmates at Christian College. Mithun had lost his parents when he was just 12. His aunt had raised him, and after his graduation, Mithun joined a bank and was posted to Kolkata. His aunt passed away a few years ago, and now, after six years, Mithun was coming to Chennai. Rahul lived in an independent house with his wife, Vasanthi, who was a professor at a women’s college. They also had a cute 5-year-old son, Ajay, who was studying in 1st grade. On Monday, Rahul went to the airport to receive Mithun. Mithun was overjoyed to see his old friend after so many years. He had attended Rahul’s wedding but had to leave for Kolkata soon after. Vasanthi was equally happy to see Mithun. "Hey Rahul, it's been six years!" Vasanthi exclaimed, and Ajay, too, greeted Mithun with excitement. As they reminisced about old times, Mithun told Rahul that his original posting was in Chennai, but it had been changed to Tambaram. Rahul immediately invited him to stay with them. The next day, Mithun entered his new office and was warmly welcomed by all the staff. He was introduced to everyone and finally entered his own chamber. Just as the last staff member left, a lady walked in. "Sorry, sir. I was late because of traffic. I’m Pavithra," she said. Mithun froze for a moment, shocked by the name. "Hello, how are you?" he said, his voice a little shaky. "Sir, this is our first meeting," Pavithra replied politely. Mithun couldn’t help but think that she resembled someone from his past—Pavithra, the woman he had once loved in Kolkata. He had planned to marry her, but before they could finalize things, she was transferred to Chennai. After that, they lost contact for three years. And now, here she was, working in the same branch. Later that day, Mithun visited Rahul’s house and told him about his past relationship with Pavithra. They had been in love in Kolkata, and he had even decided to marry her with her parents' blessing. But after Pavithra's transfer to Chennai, they lost touch. He was shocked to learn that she was now in his branch. As they were talking, a young lady entered their home. "Hello, Madam," she greeted Vasanthi. "Hey, Radhika, come in," Vasanthi said. "This is Radhika. I tutor her in chemistry. Please go to our room for the lesson," Rahul explained. After the tuition session, Radhika was about to leave when she mentioned her sister would pick her up. A few minutes later, Radhika's sister arrived. Mithun was stunned—it was none other than Pavithra. Vasanthi, noticing Mithun’s reaction, asked Radhika about her sister. Radhika shared a shocking story: Pavithra had been involved in a serious accident three years ago, while traveling near Chingleput. Her vehicle was hit by a truck, and she was thrown out. The accident caused severe trauma, and Pavithra lost her memory. She had forgotten everything about her past, including Mithun, and now, she thought of Rahul and Vasanthi as her new family. Despite consulting multiple doctors, there was no explanation for her condition. Mithun was deeply shocked by this revelation. The next day, Mithun and Rahul visited Pavithra’s parents to discuss the past. They reminded Pavithra’s parents about Mithun, as Pavithra had mentioned him before her accident. Her father recalled that she had been planning to marry Mithun, but then the accident happened, and everything changed. Pavithra’s father suggested they check her diary, as she used to write in it frequently. He went inside and found the diary in her personal drawer. They began reading through it and found that Pavithra had written about Mithun, even mentioning how they had watched the movie Seeta Aur Geeta together. When Pavithra had initially proposed to Mithun, she had hesitated and refused, unsure of her feelings. But now, as Mithun read those words, he felt a deep hope that one day, she would remember their love. Mithun was firm in his decision: "I will wait for her, no matter how long it takes. Our love is worth waiting for." But Pavithra’s father was hesitant. "Mithun, you can’t wait forever. You should consider marrying someone else," he advised. Mithun shook his head. "No, I believe in miracles. Our love was real, and I’m sure that someday she’ll come back to her old self. I won’t give up on her." Pavithra’s father, though surprised, could only nod in agreement. "If you truly believe in it,Your love is Pavithramana one then I wish you all the best," he said. Would a miracle really happen? Could Pavithra remember her past and her love for Mithun? Only time would tell. K.Ragavan 19-11-24

Tribute to my friend Murugappan 844

Tribute to my friend Murugappan. 844 Today, I fondly remember my good friend, Murugappan, with whom I have shared a friendship spanning over four decades, dating back to our days in Mysore. He is a man of simplicity, kindness, and understanding—traits that have made him not only a great friend but also a respected professional. Murugappan worked as a branch manager for a leading finance company and later retired to settle in Karaikudi, Chettinad, an area renowned for nurturing talented individuals across all walks of life. He is one of them. During our time in Mysore, we were regulars at the Sri Ramakrishna Seva Sangha, attending Sunday morning sessions from 9-10 AM. We were privileged to listen to the inspiring lectures of various Swamijis from the Sri Ramakrishna Ashrama. Apart from these spiritual pursuits, we also spent many holidays exploring and visiting various places around Mysore, sharing memories that remain close to my heart. Murugappan is smart, punctual, and always willing to help others. Above all, he is a deeply spiritual and God-fearing person, someone whose principles have had a lasting impact on me. Even though distance now separates us, with him living in Karaikudi and me elsewhere, our bond remains strong and unwavering. Today, I want to take a moment to pay tribute to this remarkable friend, who has always been an inspiration to me, especially with his exemplary knowledge of accountancy and his disciplined approach to life. I wish Murugappan, his son, and their entire family continued happiness, good health, and peace in the years ahead. K.Ragavan 18-11-24 Until We Meet Again Next Week

Small Story 81 Work is Worship

Small Story 81 Work is Worship After trying various cabs, Nandhini was tired and started looking for an auto to reach her friend Vasanthi’s place for lunch. Suddenly, an auto pulled up beside her. When she looked at the driver, she was surprised to see a person who looked more like an office employee than a usual auto driver. The driver, a smartly dressed 75-year-old man named Keshav, greeted her warmly. “Where would you like to go, madam?” he asked. “I need to go near Ragigudda,” Nandhini replied. The auto started smoothly, and as they drove, Keshav received a call. “Thank you, Sir. I received your payment this morning, and I’ve made an entry for October rent,” he said, speaking calmly but focused. A couple more calls came in, and Keshav replied to each one while keeping his attention on the road. Curious, Nandhini asked, “How long have you been driving an auto, sir?” Keshav smiled. “For the past one and a half decades, after I retired from the bank,” he replied. “Today is actually my 75th birthday. My children are all well-settled, but you’ll be surprised to hear why I drive an auto.” Nandhini waited, intrigued. “I could easily sit at home, watching TV and gossiping like many others of my age. But I don’t like that. I want to make a difference. I want to help people, especially senior citizens, by taking them to doctors and hospitals. Many of my friends ask me, ‘You have ancestral property and other homes. Why drive an auto?’ But for me, this work is fulfilling. It’s not just about earning money; it’s about making people’s journeys safer and more comfortable.” He continued, “Some people can’t afford to pay, so I don’t charge them. The money I earn goes into my trust, which I use to provide scholarships and cover fees for bright students, regardless of their caste.” Nandhini was stunned by his dedication and selflessness. She looked at Keshav with a newfound respect, seeing him as someone truly extraordinary. “Work is worship,” Keshav said with a smile, repeating the slogan his father had taught him. Touched by his words, Nandhini thanked him, “Thank you, sir.” She got out of the auto and entered the building, eager to share this inspiring experience with her friend Vasanthi. K.Ragavan 18-11-24

Small Story 80 Relationship won't Die

Small Story 80. Relationship Won't Die Madhav Rao was shocked to receive a reply to his invitation from his sister, Rama. In her letter, she mentioned that she wouldn't be attending his 80th birthday celebration, which was scheduled for one week from now in Madurai. Shyamala, Madhav's wife, was also surprised to see her sister-in-law's response. The reason behind Rama’s decision was something Shyamala hadn't expected: her son , Dr. Sudharsan, a leading surgeon at the Government Erskin Hospital, had refused to give his daughter Vasanthi in marriage to Rama's son, who had been working in Canada for several years. Sudharsan had cited the simple reason that relationships between cousins often don’t work out, especially in marriages, which made Rama very upset. She had been unable to convince him, and after that, she stopped visiting Madhav Rao’s place. More than one and a half decades had passed since her last visit. Eventually, she had migrated to Canada. Madhav Rao had always been very attached to his sister, her husband Raghavendra, and his nephew Dhananjay. But despite the tension between the families, Madhav was still hopeful that she would come to his 80th birthday celebration. On the day of the function, held in the famous Lakshmi Sundaram Hall, many dignitaries, VIPs, and doctors had attended. Madhav Rao, who had retired two decades ago from his position as Director of RAW, was highly respected by his colleagues and friends. The celebrations were grand, and people came to Madhav Rao and Shyamala to seek their blessings on this special occasion. Suddenly, Madhav Rao's old friend Keshav arrived with a young boy. “Madhav, I remember the old days we spent together in Chennai. I can't forget them,” Keshav said with a smile. Madhav nodded warmly. “Who is this boy?” Keshav replied, “He’s my friend's grandson. He's here on holiday from some country, I can't quite remember. He wanted to witness this function, so I brought him along. My friend is my neighbor in Adyar.” The cute boy, about 14 years old, prostrated before Madhav Rao and Shyamala in a traditional gesture of respect. Later, Keshav took the stage and introduced the boy to the guests. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here to celebrate the 80th Sadhabishekam of Madhav Rao, a very important occasion in Indian tradition. This young boy, Ram, has come here to witness this function. He is an admirer of Madhav Rao and his family. His grandparents were supposed to be here today, but due to personal reasons, they couldn’t attend.” The guests looked at the boy with curiosity as he stood up to speak. “Hello, everyone,” Ram said confidently, addressing the room. “I am very proud to say that I belong to this prestigious family. Madhav Rao is my grandmother's brother, and he is like a grandfather to me. My grandmother had her reasons for not coming here, but I convinced her, and she allowed me to attend in her place. Despite the letter she wrote to her brother, deep down, she wanted to be here. Unfortunately, she suffered a severe cardiac arrest recently and is now resting. She asked me to convey one message to all of you: relationships never die." Ram’s words were powerful, and Madhav Rao felt a lump form in his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes. Shyamala, too, could not hold back her emotions as they listened to the boy’s heartfelt message. K.Ragavan 17-11-24

Small Story 79.Genuine Friendship

Small Story 79 Genuine Friendship Ram arrived at the bus stand and waited at the gate for his friend Renu. After more than half an hour, he received a call from her. "Sorry, suddenly my mother fell down. I have to rush her to the doctor nearby. You can go to the office. I'll check on her condition and come later." Ram, understanding that Renu was in a hurry, replied, "Okay, take care of your mother." Both Ram and Renu worked in the same advertisement and event management company and had been close friends for the past two years. Many people at work thought they were more than just friends, but the two of them shared a strong bond of understanding and camaraderie. Although they were good friends, they were not in a romantic relationship. Renu had married three years ago to Deepak, an engineer working in the U.S. Deepak had visited India once after their marriage, and Renu had also gone to the U.S. to visit him. Renu had shared her secret with Ram about her marriage and the distance between them. The next day, as Ram was getting ready for work, his mother, Vasanthi, showed him a picture and asked, "I like her. Do you like her? Her name is Chandhini, and she works at Google in the U.S. Her parents, Ambujam and Srinivasan, are old friends of mine from my bank days. She's their only daughter. After marriage, either you can go to the U.S., or she can come to India on transfer to Bengaluru. It’s up to you, Ram." Ram, a little surprised, replied, "As you wish, Mummy." His father, an architect working with a leading consulting firm, also agreed with the idea. At lunchtime, Renu called Ram to check in and inform him that her mother was feeling better. Ram, in turn, shared the news about his mother's proposal for him to marry Chandhini. Renu was happy for him. "If she comes to India, I will be happy for you. But even if you go to the U.S., I will be happy too. I’ll always move forward with you. Not just as a good friend, but as a brother. I lost my own brother when I was in college. He died due to a fever." Ram was taken aback, having never heard this story before. "I’m so sorry, Renu," he said. "No problem, Ram," Renu replied, her voice warm. "After all, we're like family." The next day, Renu received a call from the U.S. It was from her husband, Chander. "Hey, Renu. How are you? I’m happy to share that my good friend, who I treat like a brother, is getting married to an Indian boy. I'm excited for them, and I will make sure to introduce them to her." "Hey, Renu, Chander is a wonderful friend, and also a caring brother. I’m truly blessed to have his association," said Chandhini, who was on the call with Chander. Renu was overjoyed. "Congratulations, Ram. I’m happy for you both!" Ram soon learned that Chandhini was a good friend of Renu's husband, Chander. The marriage between Ram and Chandhini took place smoothly. In a few months, Ram and Renu both migrated to the U.S. to start their new lives. As time passed, Ram, Renu, Chandhini, and Chander spent their holidays together with Ambujam and Srinivasan in San Diego. Vasanthi and her husband would visit the U.S. every year, and the families enjoyed a strong and lasting bond of friendship. Moral of the story: Friendship comes in many forms. The respect and love you offer will always be returned in the same way. Ram, Renu, Chandhini, and Chander demonstrated the true meaning of friendship—one that transcends distance, culture, and even family. K.Ragavan 16-11-24

Small Story 78 Honesty is the Best Policy.

Small Story 78. Honesty is the Best Policy. Padmanaban walked out of the office with a new sense of pride, his confidence restored. The weight that had once hung heavy on his shoulders now felt like a distant memory, replaced by a newfound respect for himself and his principles. As he stepped into his car, he couldn’t help but think about how easy it could have been to compromise—just to sign that cheque, just to follow the request. But he had held his ground. He had stayed true to what he believed was right, even when it seemed like everything was crumbling around him. And in the end, that honesty had proven to be not only his salvation but the key to his advancement. Later that evening, as he sat at the dinner table with Sandhya and Prakash, he shared the news with them. His wife was overjoyed, her relief evident as she listened to how things had turned out. "I always knew you were a man of integrity, Padmanaban," she said, her voice filled with admiration. Prakash, excited by the prospect of his father’s promotion, asked, "Does that mean you'll be getting a big office now, Dad?" Padmanaban laughed, his heart light. "Not just a big office, Prakash," he replied, his smile wide. "But a chance to make a bigger difference. A chance to show that honesty, in the end, is the best policy." As the family sat together, enjoying their meal, Padmanaban felt a deep sense of contentment. He had faced the storm, had weathered the worst, and come out stronger on the other side. And though the ordeal had been painful, it had also been a powerful reminder that integrity, in a world full of tests and temptations, was worth more than any shortcut or compromise. Sometimes, the greatest drama in life isn’t the conflict we face, but the character we choose to show in the face of it. Padmanaban knew he had passed that test, and that was all that mattered now. K.Ragavan 15-11-24

Small Story 77.KaliyugEffect.

Small Story 77 Kaliyug Effect. Janaki slowly entered her brother Sarangan's house. Her sister-in-law, Shubha, welcomed her warmly. "Come, Janaki! It's been a long time. How is everything?" "Yes, Manni. Everything is fine. How is Rekha in Australia?" "She's doing well, Janaki. How is Ashwin in the US?" "Oh, he's fine," Janaki replied, hesitating slightly. She was unsure how to bring up the topic. Her brother Sarangan and Shubha were both strict, orthodox, and followed community guidelines closely. "You seem like you want to tell me something, Janaki," Shubha observed. Janaki took a deep breath. "Yes, Manni. Where is Anna?" "He just finished the pooja and will be here soon," Shubha replied. Just then, Sarangan arrived and welcomed his sister. "Long time, no see. How is Raghunathan?" "He's fine. He's gone to Dubai on an official trip," Janaki answered. "Good. You can have lunch with us," Sarangan said. "No problem, Anna." After a moment of silence, Janaki finally spoke up, though she hesitated. "Anna, Manni, I have some good news to share with you. But I don't know how you will take it." Sarangan and Shubha looked at her curiously. "Go ahead," Sarangan encouraged. Janaki took a deep breath. "Ashwin is going to marry a Native American next week in Boston." Shubha was surprised. "What? She’s working in her office. She lost both her parents in a recent car accident, but she is doing fine. The marriage will be quick. They will marry and come to Bengaluru. And I will arrange it in our style." Sarangan was shocked. "What? Ashwin is doing this? I can’t believe it. I’m against this. We follow our orthodox ways. This is not our culture. I can't accept this." He was visibly upset. "From this moment, our relationship is over. Shubha, our tradition, our family name—it’s all gone." Janaki’s face dropped, feeling defeated. "Okay, Anna, Manni, I will make a move," she said quietly. As Janaki turned to leave, Shubha stopped her. "One minute, Janaki. Take some kumkum." Just then, the courier man arrived with a large envelope. Shubha took it, opened it quickly, and paused. "One minute, Janaki," Shubha said, still holding the envelope. She opened it to find a picture of Rekha, holding garlands, in front of an Australian landmark. She was wearing a wedding dress. At that moment, Sarangan’s phone rang. He answered it. "Dad, it's me, Rekha. I’m fine. Yesterday, I married my colleague. We’ve been good friends for the past year. When I come for my holidays, we will have the ceremony in our Indian style for all our relatives. My husband is a forward thinker and respects my faith." Sarangan, unable to process the news, stood frozen for a moment. The shock was overwhelming. He fainted. Shubha stood there, stunned, unable to look at Janaki. She realized that things were changing, perhaps more than they could understand. This is Kaliyug and whatever you do for others with bad intentions will reflect back on you immediately." K.Ragavan 14-11-24

Small Story 76 The Peanut Ball and the Promise.

Small Story 76 The Peanut Ball and the Promise. It was a busy Sunday at the beach, crowded with families and tourists enjoying the sunny day. Malavika had arrived just ten minutes ago and was waiting for her friend Santhosh. She had recently moved to Chennai for her job at the Telephone Department, and Santhosh, who worked with her, had become a good friend in the short span of three months. Though Santhosh was originally from Hyderabad, he had settled in Chennai with his parents years ago when his father was transferred by the railways. Malavika, on the other hand, was from Bengaluru. Malavika checked her watch, growing a little impatient as she wondered why Santhosh was late. Just then, her phone rang. It was him. "Sorry, Malavika! Some guests have come over at my place. I'll be there in about ten minutes. Sorry again for the delay!" As she put the phone down, a small girl approached her, holding a basket of peanut balls. "Aunty, peanut balls! Only one rupee per pocket!" the girl chirped. Malavika smiled and bought two, handing the girl twenty rupees. "Sorry, I don't have change," the girl said. "If you wait for a while, I’ll bring it." "No problem," Malavika replied. "I'll wait here." Ten minutes later, Santhosh finally arrived, holding a box of sweets. "Take these," he said, "My relatives from Hyderabad brought them." The sweets were delicious, and as they ate, Malavika suggested, "Let's sit over there in that corner." As they walked, Malavika confided in Santhosh. "My dad is against our marriage," she said. "My mom is fine with it, but my dad is hesitant. Maybe because I’m from Bengaluru and we have different cultural backgrounds. But why does he feel this way?" Santhosh, ever patient, reassured her. "It’s not about where you're from or your background. It's about understanding each other. You and I share many similarities, like being vegetarians." The following week, Malavika invited Santhosh to meet her parents. When he arrived at her house, he was greeted warmly by her father, Gopal. "Malavika has told me about you," Gopal said. "The reason I’ve been hesitant is because of a promise I made long ago." He paused, a distant look in his eyes. "When I was younger, I promised my sister that one day, we would become family — 'sammadhi' — through marriage. But after that, my sister left for Madurai with her job, and we lost touch. Over the years, I’ve been searching for her, hoping to fulfill that promise." Santhosh listened quietly, moved by Gopal's words. "I understand, sir," he said. "But if you meet my parents, you might change your mind. You’ll see that we come from good family values." Gopal nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, I’ll meet them. Let's see how things go." The next day, Gopal and his family arrived at Santhosh place. As they sat together, Gopal's eyes widened in shock when he saw Santhosh's mother, Shweta. "Are you... Shweta?" Gopal asked, stunned. Shweta nodded, a soft smile on her face. "Yes, GopalAnna.. It’s been a long time." The two siblings, separated for decades, were finally reunited. Shweta introduced her husband, Jayanth, and shared the story of how she had left all those years ago to pursue her career, only to later marry her colleague and start a family. Malavika’s father was overwhelmed with emotion. He never expected to meet his long-lost sister again, let alone through his daughter’s love story. As they all chatted, a young girl entered with a tray of sweets. "Akka!" the girl called out, recognizing Malavika immediately. "I’ve been searching for you! Here’s your balance — 18 rupees!" Malavika laughed. "I remember! You were the one selling peanut balls on the beach that day!" The girl, named Ramya, was the daughter of the cook at Malavika’s house, Vandhana. She had been helping her mother sell peanut balls on Sundays, and it was that very day — when Malavika had bought the peanut balls from her — that set the stage for all the events that followed. As the group continued talking, they realized how this simple exchange of peanut balls had led to the meeting of two families, the fulfillment of a long-forgotten promise, and the blossoming of love between Santhosh and Malavika. In the end, what had started with a small girl selling peanut balls on the beach turned into a heartwarming family reunion, a promise kept, and a love story that was destined to be. K.Ragavan 13-11-24

Small Story 75 A Chance Encounter.

Small Story 75 A Chance Encounter Rakesh was visiting Dubai for the first time, impressed by the glitzy malls and high-end stores. He had just arrived from Singapore for a three-month deputation at his company’s Dubai office. Rakesh worked as a finance manager for a leading global audit firm, and everything about the city fascinated him. As he wandered through the mall, a woman approached him, speaking in Arabic. Rakesh smiled apologetically and said, "I’m sorry, I don’t speak Arabic. Can you please speak in English?" The woman looked a bit surprised but quickly responded, "Oh, my apologies! I’m from Cairo, and I’m visiting Dubai for the first time. I was just wondering where the food court is. I’m craving some authentic Arabic food." Rakesh pointed towards a corner of the mall. "The food court is over there, on the right." "Thank you!" she said, smiling warmly. "I’m Khaja. I work for a leading Arab bank in Cairo." "Nice to meet you, Khaja," Rakesh replied. "I’m Rakesh, here on a work deputation." Khaja hesitated for a moment before saying, "Why don’t you join me for lunch? You might like some Arabic dishes." Rakesh smiled, but politely refused. "Thank you, but I just had a snack." Khaja nodded and walked toward the food court. Rakesh, being in a new place, often felt hesitant about interacting with strangers, but something about Khaja seemed genuine. About ten minutes later, Khaja returned, looking upset and flustered. "Rakesh, I’m in trouble. My wallet was stolen!" she exclaimed. "I went into the food court, and when I reached for my wallet, it was gone!" Rakesh was taken aback. "You should report it to the mall authorities." Khaja shook her head. "I don’t know where to begin. This is my first visit here, and I don’t know anyone. I’m also worried because my credit and debit cards were inside. I have the details saved on my phone, but..." Rakesh thought for a moment. "If you need money for the food court, I can help." Khaja quickly declined. "No, I’m not worried about food. I just need my wallet back." At that moment, her phone rang. "Hello, is this Khaja?" a voice on the other end asked. "I found your wallet! Where are you? I’ll transfer the money t Khaja’s face lit up with relief, and she turned to Rakesh. "It’s Salim,my husband. I must have left in my house." Rakesh smiled. "No problem, Khaja. You can give him my number and let him know it’s okay to transfer the money." Half an hour later, Rakesh received a message confirming the transfer, and he handed the money to Khaja. Her eyes filled with grateful tears. "Thank you, Rakesh. People these days often cheat, asking for money or personal details online. But you’re different. I studied your face, and I found you honest. You didn’t ask for anything in return, and that made me trust you." Rakesh smiled. "It’s just the right thing to do." Khaja then handed Rakesh her business card. "If you ever visit Cairo, please let me know. I’ll show you around." Rakesh nodded. "And if you’re ever in Singapore, I’ll do the same for you." They both laughed, and Khaja shared some good news. "By the way, my husband works as an archaeologist for the government’s Pyramids department. Maybe next time you visit, you could see the pyramids!" Rakesh was intrigued and excited at the thought. They made their way to the food court, where Rakesh insisted on treating Khaja to lunch, despite her efforts to pay. Their unexpected meeting had turned into a pleasant friendship. They both left the mall that day with a smile, knowing that they had made a genuine connection. Little did they know, their friendship would continue to grow over the years. Both had come to Dubai for different reasons, but fate had brought them together. K.Ragavan 12-11-24

Tribute to Tamil Writers 843.

Tribute to Tamil Writers In the world of literature, talented writers have always left their mark, each with a unique style and voice. Tamil writers, too, have firmly established their identity in the literary world. Even though many have passed away, their contributions continue to live on through the hearts and minds of millions of readers. Recently, the Tamil literary world lost the talented writer Indhira Soundarrajan, whose distinct writing style and storytelling ability earned him wide acclaim. His passing has been deeply felt, with many acknowledging that his loss is a great one to Tamil literature. Similarly, countless historical writers have left an indelible impact on readers, their works still remembered and revered by generations. From ancient Tamil Sangam literature to contemporary voices, the legacy of Tamil writers continues to inspire and enrich the literary landscape.Writers viz, Kalki, Chandilyan, Ra.Ki.Rangarajan,Maniyan,Chavi,Kadugu and many are still remembered shows their delivery.Today I am happy to pay tribute for tamil writers . K.Ragavan 11-11-24 See you Until Next Week

Small story 74 Tomy Mystery.

Small Story 74 Tomy Mystery. Ranjitha arrived at the posh apartment complex, showing her ID before entering. The complex, built by the renowned Falcon Group, consisted of just 75 villa-style apartments. She made her way to the Rose Flowers building and reached apartment 501 on the 5th floor. When she rang the doorbell, the owner of the apartment, Vinodhini, opened the door and warmly invited Ranjitha inside. "Please come in," Vinodhini said. Ranjitha stepped into the spacious hall, which was decorated lavishly, resembling the set of a Bollywood film. Vinodhini offered her a cup of tea. "Thank you," Ranjitha said as she took the cup. "Tell me, Madam, what happened?" Vinodhini lowered her voice. "Our Tomy is missing. He's been with us for over six years—faithful, loving, like a member of our family. You tell me, how could he go missing?" She continued, her voice tinged with concern. "My husband Nandakumar and I went to Mumbai for four days. Our servant, Lokesh, was looking after the house during our absence. He left today after receiving an urgent call from his native place, Arsikere—his mother-in-law passed away. We returned home at 7 AM, but Lokesh had already left at 6:30 AM. Before he left, he called Nandakumar. We searched the apartment, but Tomy was nowhere to be found." By this time, Nandakumar, a well-known criminal lawyer and a close friend of Ranjitha’s chief, Paramanand, had joined them in the living room. Nandakumar, speaking to Ranjitha, asked, "How is my friend, your Chief, Paramanand?" "He's fine, Sir," Ranjitha replied. "What time did Lokesh call you?" Ranjitha inquired. "6 AM. He called from the bus stand," Nandhakumar answered. "And how long has Lokesh been with you?" "Over 9 years—he's been honest and trustworthy. Tomy is like a family member to us. We treat him like our son." Ranjitha , understanding his distress. "I can understand your feelings," she said, turning to Nandhakumar. "Lokesh has been a trustworthy servant for years. Did he know you were coming today?" "We were supposed to come the day after tomorrow," Vinodhini replied. "But in Mumbai, I received the news of my old friend Vikram’s daughter’s wedding in Chennai tomorrow, so we decided to return early." "Can I call Lokesh?" Ranjitha asked. "Yes, I’ll give you his number," Vinodhini said, handing it over. Ranjitha called Lokesh. "Tell me, what happened to Tomy?" she asked. Lokesh responded, "Madam, there was a lot of family news due to the death in our family, and I received many messages in our native language, Kannada. In the midst of it, I accidentally sent a message to Nandakumar Sir, saying that I left Tomy in a daycare near the house and provided the details." "Thank you, Lokesh," Ranjitha said, ending the call. "Mr. Nandakumar, Lokesh has sent you a message in Kannada, saying he left Tomy in a daycare this morning. He was expecting you the day after tomorrow, but had to leave because of the family emergency." Nandakumar, who could understand spoken Kannada but not read it, had misunderstood the message when he saw it on his phone. He had thought it was about some other news. Ranjitha’s quick investigation had cleared up the confusion. She had discovered that Tomy was safe in the daycare, and all the worry was for nothing. "I’m glad we found out where Tomy is," Nandakumar said, sighing with relief. "I thank you, Ranjitha, for your sharp thinking. Even though Tomy is just an animal, he's a faithful member of our family. I'm also proud of my friend Paramanand and his team's talent. K.Ragavan 11-11-24

Great loss.

The Demise of 80 year old Versatile actor DelhiGanesh is a great loss to the film industry especially South Indian film Tamil and Serials.Liked by one and all from the film fraternity.May his soul rest in Peace. K.Ragavan Twitter Linked In My Blogs

Small Story 73 The Unexpected Wedding.

Small Story 73: The Unexpected Wedding Raghuram was getting ready for his official tour to Sydney. His wife, Malathy, was busy packing his clothes, passport, and ticket into his suitcase. Their daughter, Malini, a Senior Project Officer at a leading IT company, was preparing for her day at work. At 26 years old, Malini was not yet married, and she was known for her sweet demeanor and pleasant manners. Raghuram worked as a Senior Project Manager at a leading consulting company, where he provided advice on various projects. He was known for his modern thinking and helpful nature. His best friend, Ram, worked as a General Manager at a nationalized bank in Bengaluru. The two had been friends since childhood. Ram's wife, Ambujam, had only one son, Anirudh, who was an Civil engineer .Though Raghuram and Ramare friend, were close, their views on many things, including astrology, differed. Ram called to wish Raghuram a safe journey to Sydney. “What time is your flight?” Ram asked. “4:30 PM,” Raghuram replied. Ram was taken aback. He believed in astrology and had his own beliefs about timing, but Raghuram didn’t adhere to such concepts. He was pragmatic and never changed his plans based on superstition. Ram whispered to himself that even though they had differing views, their friendship remained strong. Raghuram’s flight was on a Sunday, and he arrived safely in Sydney. Ten days later, Raghuram returned home and invited Ram's family over for lunch on another Sunday. They were scheduled to arrive at 11 AM. Just before lunch, Raghuram’s phone rang. It was his friend Ramesh. “Are you on the way, Ramesh?” Raghuram asked. “Yes, I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” Ramesh replied. Ten minutes later, Ramesh arrived. Raghuram introduced him to Ram. "Ram meet my good friend Ramesh. We’ve been travel buddies for over ten years. Whenever I travel, he’s always there. I’m proud to call him my friend." Ramesh smiled modestly. “No, Mr.Ram , I’m just a humble person who loves my work. Raghu is the real leader in his field.” Raghuram added, “Ramesh is an award-winning editor and producer. He’s worked on films in multiple languages, and his simplicity and straightforwardness have earned him respect in the film industry.” Ramesh then explained, “I was a bit late because I was working on a film. We were shooting a scene where the bridegroom’s father says his daughter is two years elder to marry. But in the end, the hero convinces him. It was a heartfelt scene.” Ambujam was delighted by the story and, looking at Anirudh, said, “Raghuram, Anirudh is like a hero. Malini likes him—why not arrange their marriage?” Raghuram smiled and replied, “I have always considered Anirudh a fine young man. If Ram agrees, we can set a date.” Ram , who had initially been hesitant about the idea of a marriage between their children due to the age difference, was now rethinking his position. Ramesh's friendly suggestion and good intentions had made him reconsider his old beliefs. After a moment of thought, Ram finally agreed. “If Raghu is happy, I will support this marriage. We will fix a date.” Raghuram, knowing his good friend’s sincere intentions, agreed. “I’ve always admired your thinking, Ramesh.” With both families in agreement, Malini and Anirudh’s wedding was planned. It was a grand celebration, with the blessings of Ramesh’s family, and both families rejoiced in the union. K.Ragavan 10-11-24

Small Story72. Lost Love

Small Story 72.Lost Love Postman Ponnuswamy was making his third visit to the house at Doorbell No. 32, but once again, there was no response from the owner, Parvathy. He was supposed to deliver a money order worth 1,000 rupees, sent by her grandson from Shencottah. He had already come twice that day, but there was no one home. Frustrated, he decided to wait a little while and try again. Just then, Parvathi, returned home. "Sorry, Postman. I went to visit my friend's father, who is suffering from several ailments," she explained. "No problem, madam," said Ponnuswamy, handing her the money order. "This is from your grandson, Anush." "Thank you," Parvathi replied. "I’ll prepare some coffee for you. Please have some before you leave." "No, madam, I must be on my way," he said, and he quickly left for his branch. After he left, Parvathi placed the money order in front of the family deity. "God, Anush has been sending me money every month for my expenses, and I’m grateful to you for this. My pension from my late husband and Anush's money are enough for me." Her husband had worked in the state warehouse and passed away five years ago. Parvathi’s only daughter and her family lived in Shencottah. Her son-in-law, , worked in a private bank. Their son, Dhanush, a bachelor, was uninterested in marriage, despite having a diploma in mechanical engineering and a job at the same bank. Parvathi called her daughter,Shobha to inform her that the money from Dhanush had arrived. Shobha, along with her husband, had gone to visit a friend’s place, where they met Revathy, the friend's daughter. Revathy had graduated from Tirunelveli College and was not only beautiful but well-mannered. Shobha was immediately impressed and thought she would be the perfect match for Dhanush. She decided that this time, she would convince him to reconsider his decision not to marry. After a casual conversation, Shobha showed Revathy a photo of Dhanush and suggested that he would be a good match for her. Revathy was also impressed by the picture. She spoke with her mother, and they agreed to move forward with the proposal. Shobha’s friend, Ragini, was also taken by the photo and suggested that Revathy’s horoscope be matched with Dhanush’s. After a thorough analysis by an astrologer, it was confirmed that the horoscopes were compatible. Shobha was thrilled to hear that everything was aligned. A week later, Dhanush accompanied his parents to meet Revathy in person. After they had a meal together, Dhanush requested a private conversation with Revathy. Ragini suggested that they speak in a nearby room, and the two of them stepped inside. "I have something to confess," Revathy began. In last meeting I told you this in a playful way, I’ve actually been engaged to someone else. I wanted to see your reaction." Dhanush was stunned. "What do you mean?" he asked, feeling confused. "I was transferred to Chennai 18 months ago," Revathy continued. "Before that, I lost my old mobile and all the contact details, including your number and email. Over the past 18 months, I have been praying to Nellaiappar, hoping for a reunion with you. I was sure our love would eventually end in marriage." Tears of joy welled up in Revathy’s eyes. "I know you're from this place, Dhanush. One day, we would meet again." Dhanush, realizing his mistake, embraced her. "I am so sorry. You’re my schoolmate, and our love has lasted for more than a decade. Your prayers to Nellaiappar have been answered." Their love story culminated in a beautiful wedding, blessed by Parvathi and the whole family. K.Ragavan 9-11-24

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 8 November24 Donald Trump's win and the prospect of peace The much-talked-about US presidential race and the recent results have brought a dramatic shift in American politics. Several analysts and debates had favoured the Democrats, but the actual outcome turned out to be quite different. In any democracy, one must accept the people's verdict, and this serves as a valuable lesson in humility and the risk of overconfidence. Hopefully, the US will continue to uphold its bilateral relationships with allies and maintain strong ties with other nations. Kudos to President-elect Donald Trump on a spectacular win. K Ragavan, Bengaluru,

Small Story 71 The Story of Derpak and the Calender

Small Story 71. The Story of Deepak and the Calendar Narasimhan had retired from his government job a few years ago and devoted his time to community service. He was well-known for his dedication to conducting Hindu rituals in his hometown and even extending his services online to Hindus living overseas. His life was peaceful and content with his family: his wife, Vedha; his son, Dinesh; his daughter-in-law, Pankajam; and their only grandson, Deepak. It was a close-knit family, thriving on the income from Narasimhan’s previous job and the contributions from Dinesh, who had also left his private-sector job to help his father with his community service. Deepak, a bright student studying engineering, had recently been ranked among the top students and had received an offer to study abroad on a scholarship. His parents, Dinesh and Pankajam, were excited about the opportunity, but Narasimhan and Vedha were hesitant. While Narasimhan believed that family ties and staying close to home were important, Vedha had always dreamed that Deepak would go abroad, not out of greed, but for the opportunities and experiences it would provide him. For years, Narasimhan had followed a strict morning routine: he would change the date on the family calendar and adjust the time on the clock. This ritual was important to him, as it gave him a sense of order in his day. One day, Vedha decided to take over this small task, thinking it would ease Narasimhan’s burden. At first, she performed the task diligently, but over time, she began to forget. The calendar dates were often torn late at night, as Vedha struggled to get everything done before retiring for bed. The night before Deepak's scheduled flight, on the 10th of the month, Vedha tore off the calendar date for the next day, unaware of the impact it would have. Deepak had been preparing for his flight, double-checking his bags and documents. When he glanced at the calendar, he saw the date was the 11th and assumed he had missed his flight. Panicked, he whispered to himself, thinking it was already too late. He quietly went to bed, assuming he had missed his chance. The next morning, when everyone woke up, Narasimhan noticed that Deepak was still home. Surprised, he asked, "Why haven't you left yet, Deepak?" Deepak explained, "I checked the calendar last night and saw that today was the 11th, so I thought I missed my flight. I didn’t want to wake anyone." Dinesh was shocked. "We expected you to leave at 4:30 AM for the airport!" Narasimhan, always the calm figure in the family, reassured Deepak. "It’s okay, son. Don’t worry. There must have been some confusion." When Vedha realized what had happened, she felt guilty for tearing off the date too early and causing the mix-up. She apologized to Deepak, who was grateful for the understanding, though still upset by the moment of panic. But fate had a different plan for Deepak. The very next day, he received an email from Google, offering him an incredible starting salary for a position in his hometown. The company had reviewed his credentials and decided to offer him a job locally instead of abroad. Deepak, initially set on leaving, began to reconsider. Pankajam, too, felt that staying close to family was a better choice for them at this point in life. Narasimhan, always believing in the strength of family, was content with this change of heart. Not only did Deepak choose to stay in the country, but he also agreed to spend more time with his family, joining them for community service activities with his grandfather. Narasimhan was overjoyed that his family was staying together, united by love and respect. As for Vedha, her small mistake had led to a big change. She was thankful that Deepak had decided to stay, and Narasimhan gave his blessings, thanking the family god, Lakshminarasimhan, for bringing everything to its rightful place. The family’s bond grew stronger, and Deepak’s decision to stay home, pursue his career locally, and spend more time with his grandfather and father on community service projects brought them even closer. Narasimhan was content that his values had been respected, and he was proud of the unity that had come from the small mishap with the calendar. K.Ragavan 8-11-24

Small Story 72. Miss Calculation

Small Story 72. Miss Calculation Postman Ponnuswamy was making his third visit to the house at Doorbell No. 32, but once again, there was no response from the owner, Parvathy. He was supposed to deliver a money order worth 1,000 rupees, sent by her grandson from Shencottah. He had already come twice that day, but there was no one home. Frustrated, he decided to wait a little while and try again. Just then, Parvathi, returned home. "Sorry, Postman. I went to visit my friend's father, who is suffering from several ailments," she explained. "No problem, madam," said Ponnuswamy, handing her the money order. "This is from your grandson, Anush." "Thank you," Parvathi replied. "I’ll prepare some coffee for you. Please have some before you leave." "No, madam, I must be on my way," he said, and he quickly left for his branch. After he left, Parvathi placed the money order in front of the family deity. "God, Anush has been sending me money every month for my expenses, and I’m grateful to you for this. My pension from my late husband and Anush's money are enough for me." Her husband had worked in the state warehouse and passed away five years ago. Parvathi’s only daughter and her family lived in Shencottah. Her son-in-law, , worked in a private bank. Their son, Dhanush, a bachelor, was uninterested in marriage, despite having a diploma in mechanical engineering and a job at the same bank. Parvathi called her daughter,Shobha to inform her that the money from Dhanush had arrived. Shobha, along with her husband, had gone to visit a friend’s place, where they met Revathy, the friend's daughter. Revathy had graduated from Tirunelveli College and was not only beautiful but well-mannered. Shobha was immediately impressed and thought she would be the perfect match for Dhanush. She decided that this time, she would convince him to reconsider his decision not to marry. After a casual conversation, Shobha showed Revathy a photo of Dhanush and suggested that he would be a good match for her. Revathy was also impressed by the picture. She spoke with her mother, and they agreed to move forward with the proposal. Shobha’s friend, Ragini, was also taken by the photo and suggested that Revathy’s horoscope be matched with Dhanush’s. After a thorough analysis by an astrologer, it was confirmed that the horoscopes were compatible. Shobha was thrilled to hear that everything was aligned. A week later, Dhanush accompanied his parents to meet Revathy in person. After they had a meal together, Dhanush requested a private conversation with Revathy. Ragini suggested that they speak in a nearby room, and the two of them stepped inside. "I have something to confess," Revathy began. In last meeting I told you this in a playful way, I’ve actually been engaged to someone else. I wanted to see your reaction." Dhanush was stunned. "What do you mean?" he asked, feeling confused. "I was transferred to Chennai 18 months ago," Revathy continued. "Before that, I lost my old mobile and all the contact details, including your number and email. Over the past 18 months, I have been praying to Nellaiappar, hoping for a reunion with you. I was sure our love would eventually end in marriage." Tears of joy welled up in Revathy’s eyes. "I know you're from this place, Dhanush. One day, we would meet again." Dhanush, realizing his mistake, embraced her. "I am so sorry. You’re my schoolmate, and our love has lasted for more than a decade. Your prayers to Nellaiappar have been answered." Their love story culminated in a beautiful wedding, blessed by Parvathi and the whole family. K.Ragavan 9-11-24

Small Story 70 A Decision Beyond Love

--- Smsll Story70.A Decision Beyond Love Janaki anxiously looked at the clock—it was 5 PM. Her son Anand had been a source of pride for her and her husband Ramnath, who had recently retired as a chief reporter for a leading newspaper. Anand, a gold medalist in Chartered Accountancy and a national-level basketball player, was a handsome, smart young man who worked for a multinational bank, often traveling abroad. Today, however, there was something different. At 7 PM, the parents of a potential bride were coming to meet Anand. Janaki’s phone suddenly rang—it was Anand. "Mummy, you’ve forgotten! The girl’s parents are coming at 7 with her horoscope. I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Do you need anything?" "No, just come home soon," Janaki replied, hanging up the phone. She glanced at the clock again. The doorbell rang at 7 PM, and the girl's parents, Prakash and Pankajam, arrived. After the formalities of exchanging horoscopes, Prakash, a retired Inspector General from the Crime Branch, was clearly impressed by Anand's accomplishments. "My daughter Vasanthy is a CA as well, and I believe she would be a good match for your son," he said. Janaki was equally impressed when she saw Vasanthy's photograph—a beautiful, slim, and tall woman with a radiant smile. Both families agreed to confirm their decision within a week. The following week, Prakash and Pankajam invited Anand’s family to their home in Uthirahalli to meet Vasanthy in person. On Sunday, Anand was equally impressed by Vasanthy. However, just as the conversation was flowing, Prakash received a phone call with shocking news—his elder brother, who had been ill, had just passed away. The sudden grief left everyone in a somber mood. Ramnath, who was a principled man, immediately recognized that such an unexpected situation was not a good omen for the families. "Prakash, in light of this, I think it would be best to discontinue the relationship," he said calmly. Anand, although initially hesitant, trusted his father’s wisdom. Over the years, Ramnath had always guided him with sound advice, and Anand respected his father’s decisions. Without disappointment, Anand nodded in agreement. The relationship was called off, not due to any fault of the families or their children, but because of an unforeseen event that everyone felt was a sign. It was a hard decision, but Anand knew that sometimes, life’s course must be respected—even if it doesn’t align with personal desires. K.Ragavan 7-11-24 ---

Kudos to Donald Trump.

The Recent US Presidential race and the results out come made a dramatic change from Analysts and http://debates.In any democracy People's verdict are the final and a lesson to Overconfidence.Kudos to Donald Trump.

Small Story 69 The Ten Rupees

Small Story 69 The Ten Rupees Chander arrived in Tirunelveli, the city that held a treasure trove of memories from his past. Decades ago, he had visited every two months for work, but it was one fateful trip that had forever changed his life. He remembered the temple in the Junction area where he had met Archana—a moment etched in his heart. Standing before Lord Rama and Anjaneya, Archana's soft voice had caught his attention. She lamented having lost a ten-rupee note just as the priest prepared the Archanai plate. Chander, wanting to help, offered her the money. “Take this, and tomorrow, I’ll collect it,” he said, not expecting her to turn around and introduce herself. Archana accepted his kindness, and they struck up a conversation, revealing their unexpected connections—her father was Dr. Seshan, an old practitioner he admired. That chance encounter led to many evenings spent together in the temple and later at Raj Café, where they shared dreams and aspirations. Archana, a bright MSc Chemistry student, was preparing for a future in the U.S. Meanwhile, Chander was the only son of a retired diplomat, his own path entwined with family expectations. But life took a cruel turn. Archana’s father passed away just as she was about to leave for Boston, and a tragic accident followed, leaving her bedridden and with one leg lost. Communication between them faded, and despite Chander's love for her, he respected her silence. Years passed. Chander's career took him to Mumbai, and he buried his heartache under layers of work. He convinced himself that he could move on, but Archana remained a ghost of his past. Twelve years later, fate had other plans. On a work trip to the U.S., he walked into a laboratory, only to find Archana in a wheelchair, a reality he was unprepared for. Their reunion was bittersweet. Archana, though smiling, revealed her decision not to marry, an oath made at the Anjaneyar temple in Tirunelveli. She had embraced her new life, focused on supporting her brother Ramu and his family. Chander felt a rush of emotions but knew he had to respect her choice. Still, he couldn't shake the love that had blossomed over those simple moments—over ten rupees and heartfelt conversations. Returning to India after that meeting, he decided to retire in Tirunelveli, where their story had begun. Each day, he visited the temple, remembering how a ten-rupee note had brought them together. He bought a small house, filled it with memories, and let the past wash over him like the gentle temple bells. True love, he realized, transcended all material confines. Though their paths had diverged, his heart remained tied to Archana—a reminder that some bonds, once formed, are never truly broken. K.Ragavan 6-11-24

Small Story 68 Respect for Education.

Small Story 68 Respect for Education. Ramasharma, a retired schoolmaster, was well-respected in his community for his dedication to education, particularly in mathematics. He was a principled man, devoted to his wife Shubha, his son Naveen, who lived with him along with his wife, Lakshmi. Lakshmi, a passionate Carnatic music enthusiast, regularly hosted music programs and also offered free English tuition at their home three times a week. They resided near the famous Ragigudda temple in Bengaluru. Naveen, a gold medalist in M.Pharm, worked as a marketing manager for a pharmaceutical company. He was not only academically accomplished but also had a vibrant personality, known for his love of local Kannada films. His insightful comments about movies had garnered attention from industry figures, many of whom suggested he pursue acting. However, both his father and he were against the idea, while Lakshmi secretly hoped he would consider it. One day, a relative from Hassan, Shyam, visited. He shared his own aspirations to act in films, and Ramasharma encouraged Naveen to guide him. The next morning, Naveen saw an advertisement in the local paper calling for new faces. Knowing the director was a friend, he introduced Shyam for an audition. Impressed, the director offered Shyam a supporting role, which he embraced with enthusiasm. Over the next few years, Shyam blossomed into a popular hero in Kannada cinema, eventually moving his parents to a Posh independent house in Garden City, close to the Ramasharma family. When Shyam invited them for his housewarming ceremony, Ramasharma was taken aback to see the name of the house: "Ram Naveen." During the celebration, Shyam announced his plans to start a school in collaboration with Ramasharma and Lakshmi, intending to honor the support he had received. As he expressed his gratitude to Naveen for his guidance, tears welled up in both Ramasharma and Naveen's eyes. Naveen had chosen not to pursue acting, but through his selfless gesture, he had paved the way for Shyam's success, leaving a lasting impact on their lives. K.Ragavan 5-11-24

Small Story 67 Implications of Karma.

Small Story 67. Implications of Karma Athmaram was a retired government servant from Bengaluru, happily living in Jayanagar with his wife, Bhagyam, and their only son, Advaith, along with his wife, Swapna. Their financial situation was comfortable, thanks to Athmaram’s pension, Advaith’s lucrative job in the IT sector, and Swapna’s income from her storytelling endeavors. They enjoyed a lavish lifestyle and actively engaged in philanthropic deeds, distributing sweets and clothes during festivals like Raghavendra Aradhanai, Sri Ramanavami, Dasara, Deepavali, and Gokulashtami. Despite their happiness, a cloud lingered over the family: Advaith and Swapna had been married for six years lost their child during Covid 19 Swapna, however, never let this dampen her spirit; she channeled her emotions into her writing, continuously innovating and creating new stories. Athmaram, a firm believer in karma, remained positive, comforting his family and cherishing their days together. One day, Bhagyam visited her favorite goddess, Mahalakshmi, at the temple. There, she unexpectedly met her old friend Rajalakshmi, who hailed from Tumkur. The two women had studied together in college and shared a warm reunion, reminiscing about their youthful days. During their conversation, Rajalakshmi revealed a heartfelt secret: she and her husband, Mukund, had adopted four visually challenged children, dedicating themselves to their education and hoping that advancements in technology would one day restore their sight. Bhagyam listened intently, feeling a swell of pride for her friend's noble choice. That night, inspired by Rajalakshmi’s story, Bhagyam shared the news with her family. Joy filled their home as they discussed visiting the home for visually challenged individuals the next morning. Athmaram reflected on the situation, whispering to himself that perhaps this was the reason they hadn’t been blessed with children—a lesson in karma. Grateful to both Bhagyam’s friend and the goddess Rajalakshmi for this enlightening experience, the family felt a renewed sense of purpose and connection, eager to share their blessings with those in need. K.Ragavan 4-11-24

Tribute Versatile Actress B.SarojaDevi 842.

Tribute to Versatile actress B.Sarojadevi 842 .Today, I want to pay tribute to the versatile actress Sarojadevi, who made a significant impact in Indian cinema across various languages. Hailing from Karnataka, specifically Bengaluru, she became a prominent figure in Tamil films decades ago. Her journey began with the film Mahakavi Kalidasa, which won the National Film Award in Kannada over sixty years ago. With a prolific career spanning more than two hundred films in Kannada and Tamil, she is fondly known as Abhinaya Saraswathi. Some of her memorable works include Baga Pirivinai, Palum Palamum, Kalyana Parisu, Alayamani, Pani Thirai, Ponmana Selvan, and Iruvar Ullam, with more recent films like Aadhavan showcasing her enduring talent. Sarojadevi is one of the few personalities in the film fraternity who is universally admired. Her charming smile, graceful demeanor, and ability to embody diverse roles have earned her numerous accolades throughout her career. Today, I am happy to pay tribute to this talented actress in my blog, adding my voice to the thousands who have celebrated her contributions over the decades. K.Ragavan 4-11-24 Until We Meet Again Next Week,

Small Story 66 .Together We Build

Small Story 66 Together We Build Sivam and Radhika had been married for five years, thriving in their careers at different banks and dreaming of their own home. While Sivam envisioned an independent house, Radhika preferred the safety and community of an apartment. Though they had no children of their own, they found joy in the company of their neighbor Savitha’s daughter, Ranjitham, who had been part of their lives since she was three. One fateful day, Ganesan, Ranjitham's father, suffered a severe scooter accident, leaving him with multiple injuries and requiring costly surgery. Savitha, working in Radhika’s bank, was determined to ensure her husband received the care he needed. She decided to take out a loan for the Surgery. ten- Days later, Ganesan’s friend came with unexpected news: after ten long years, his family had finally settled a legal dispute, taken money for legal matters from Ganeshan wanted to return and only Ranjitham knows this help.Not only that, but he also gifted Ganesan a vacant plot of land to help them build a new home. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Savitha immediately called Radhika. “Let’s build our homes together on this land,” she proposed, eyes glistening with tears. “Ranjitham is so attached to you.” Radhika, moved by the kindness surrounding them, whispered, “Your friend is amazing, but you are truly remarkable.” In that moment, they realized that together, with love and support, they could create a life that was more than just houses—it would be a home filled with hope, laughter, and a strong community. K.Ragavan 3-11-24

Small Story 65 Chiklavadi Dhuruv

Small Story 65.ChiklaVadi Dhuruv. In the small village of Chikalavadi, nestled far from the bustling city of Mumbai, life flourished under the watchful eye of Ramchand, a successful businessman and philanthropist. After decades of building his wealth in the cotton and textile industry, he and his wife, Amritha, decided to leave their city home in Dadar and settle permanently in their ancestral village. Their good friend, Srikanth, a retired postmaster, welcomed the couple’s decision. Ramchand’s only son, Adhitya, had moved to the UK for higher studies, marrying a woman Ramchand disapproved of. Years had passed without a word from Adhitya, leaving Ramchand with a heavy heart. One evening during a walk, Ramchand and Srikanth met a young boy named Dhuruv, who was searching for a medical shop. Upon learning that his mother, Vasanthi, was in the hospital, Ramchand’s compassionate nature shone through. He offered Dhuruv assistance, insisting he join the local school and stay in their outhouse until his mother recovered. Days turned into weeks, and soon Vasanthi was discharged from the hospital. Grateful for the kindness shown to her son, she shared her story with Amritha. Vasanthi had been a bank employee in Pune, but after losing her husband in an accident, she sought a new beginning in Chikalavadi. As the monsoon rains poured one day, Dhuruv accidentally spilled some cough syrup while trying to retrieve it from a shelf. In the chaos, Ramchand noticed a familiar face in a photograph—Adhitya’s. Vasanthi revealed that Dhuruv was indeed Ramchand’s grandson. Adhitya had married her against his father’s wishes, and after two happy years, tragedy struck. Tears welled in Ramchand’s eyes as he realized how misjudged his daughter-in-law had been.Also amazed to notice the reflection of his story Dhuruv inAdithya's child hoodto his son. The warmth of family flooded back into his heart, and Amritha beamed with joy, seeing traces of Adhitya in Dhuruv. Srikanth, witnessing the reunion, praised Ramchand’s decision to return to Chikalavadi. In this little village, the bonds of family and kindness forged a new chapter, connecting the past with the present, and breathing life into the future. K.Ragavan 2-11-24

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 1Nov 24 Delhi's toxic air on Diwali With reference to Taniya Dutta's report Delhi air: Toxic smog greets residents of India's capital day before Diwali (October 30): It's a grim reality facing residents of Delhi and some states in North India as toxic smog blankets several areas during Diwali. The increasing pollution levels, exacerbated by fireworks and farm smoke, present a troubling scenario. Despite experts’ warnings and repeated advice by the Pollution Control Board, concrete solutions remain elusive. It is crucial for authorities to take decisive action to address this persistent issue and restore Delhi's air quality. Will the government prioritise public health and environmental safety to ensure that Delhi can truly be the capital it aspires to be? Now is the time to act. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 64 AMissed Show

Small Story 64 A Missed Show Rohan stood outside the famous theater, disappointment etched on his face. His favorite film had left the screens just a day before, and the current comedy didn't appeal to him at all. As he turned to leave, he heard a familiar voice. “Hey, Rohan! How are you?” It was Sunitha, his colleague. He brightened at the sight of her. “Not great, to be honest. My favorite film is gone,” he replied. Sunitha smiled. “You know, this romantic comedy is a big hit in Mumbai. Everyone's been raving about it!” Tempted by her enthusiasm, Rohan reconsidered. “Alright, I’ll go. Let me buy the ticket.” “No need!” she said. “My mom was supposed to come, but she had unexpected guests. You can use her ticket! It’s been ages since we had tea and snacks together in college.” Rohit raised an eyebrow. “It’s been three years! Where have you been?” “I was in Dubai working for an export company, but I recently transferred to our Indian branch in Bengaluru,” she replied. “I see. I’ve been working as a model for a leading advertising agency,” Rohan said, pride swelling in his chest. “My recent gigs include a Raymond suit ad and a Brooke Bond tea campaign.” “Wow, that’s impressive!” Sunitha exclaimed. “Why don’t we grab a coffee since the movie starts in twenty minutes?” “Great idea!” he replied. They entered a nearby coffee shop, laughing and sharing stories of their lives over steaming cups. But when they returned to the theater, the gatekeeper delivered the bad news. “The film has already started. You’re an hour late.” Rohan and Sunitha exchanged shocked glances. “Oh no! We missed a great romantic comedy,” he said, a hint of regret in his voice. Sunitha nodded. “But we had our own little romantic comedy, didn’t we?” Rohan chuckled. “True! I guess sometimes life is about the moments you don’t plan for.” They left the theater, their conversation flowing easily. Little did they know, this missed film would lead to an unexpected journey together, where their real romantic story would begin through laughter, shared experiences, and a second chance at love. K.Ragavan 1-11-24

Small Story 63 ADeepavali to Remember

Small Story 63.A Deepavail to Remember Trichy was bustling as Deepavali approached. The streets were alive with shoppers—young and old—eager to buy clothes and crackers. Pankajam, accompanied by her 12-year-old grandson, Gautam, took an auto from Srirangam to the Teppakulam area, excited for their outing. They visited several shops in search of the perfect crackers, but none seemed to satisfy Gautam. Finally, in a quaint shop, he spotted the old Lakshmi Crackers, drawn to its nostalgic sound. His eyes lit up with joy. Pankajam smiled, pleased to see him happy. After that, she picked up a new T-shirt for him, a saree for herself, and a dhoti and shirt for her husband, Aravumudhan. Their total came to ₹3,450, but Pankajam only had ₹3,000 from her husband. She decided to use her daily savings to cover the rest. On their way back, Gautam suggested taking the bus to Srirangam, a thoughtful choice to save money. Pankajam admired his maturity. After losing his parents in a fire accident during a wedding six years ago, Gautam had grown up quickly. Pankajam’s family were known cooks, skilled at preparing dishes for festivals, but that tragedy had left them with nothing in terms of compensation. Aravumudhan ran a small but successful tiffin room, and they managed to live a simple yet fulfilling life. His monthly income hovered between ₹10,000 and ₹12,000, but they cherished their values over material wealth. The next day, on Deepavali, their neighbor Komala came to pay her respects. Dressed in a stunning new Kancheepuram silk saree that cost ₹25,000, she brought a large bag filled with sweets and clothes. A “Pankajam mami, I’ve come to seek your blessings,” she said warmly. “Komala, ever since I became your neighbor, you’ve been so generous. I don’t have relatives here, but I consider you family. Your husband helped me in a time of need; I’ll never forget that,” Komala replied, her voice thick with emotion. Years ago, Pankajam's husband had found her fallen husband on the street, cash bag in hand, and brought him home safely. That act of kindness had led to a promotion for Komala’s husband, now a sales manager. Tears welled in her eyes as she recounted the story. Gautam listened intently, then piped up, “Patti, every year we celebrate Deepavali in a grand manner because of our Rangan!” Pankajam gazed at the tall tower of the Sri Ranganatha temple, filled with gratitude for the blessings in their lives. Despite their struggles, the love and support of their community and family made every celebration worthwhile. K.Ragavan 31-10-24

Happy Deepavali.

Those friends who are celebrating Deepavali Wishing them A very happy and healthy Deepavali. With Watm Regards, K.Ragavan

Small Story 62 The Great OO1 Assistant.

Small Story 62 The Great OO1 Assistant Ranjitha stepped into the grand hall of the palatial house, her confidence radiating as she introduced herself to the watchman. “I don’t need an appointment. I’m here to investigate the kidnapping of your boss, Ramaiah, from OO1 Academy.” The watchman’s demeanor shifted instantly. “Oh, you’re with OO1! Please, go right in.” The name carried weight, and Ranjitha reveled in the respect it commanded. Inside, she was greeted by Ramaiah's wife, Parvathy, a dignified woman in her seventies. “Welcome, Ranjitha. I’ve been informed you’re here about my husband.” “Yes,” Ranjitha replied, taking a seat. “Can you tell me what happened?” Parvathy’s voice trembled slightly. “This morning, he went for his walk at 7 AM. He was supposed to return by 8:15, but he never came back. He usually spends a bit of time with his friends at MLV Cafe after walking. By 9 AM, I was worried. It’s unlike him.” Ranjitha’s mind raced. “Did you try calling him?” “Yes, we called at 9:30, but his phone was switched off. It’s a new Apple phone our daughter bought for him last month,” Parvathy said, anxiety etched on her face. “Have you spoken to his friends?” Ranjitha pressed, determined to piece together the puzzle. Before Parvathy could respond, her phone rang. “Hello? Suseela! How are you?” Parvathy’s relief was palpable. “Did you see Ramaiah?” “Yes! He was at the cafe this morning. He refused to join us for a party—something about his health—but we had a lovely time. He’s on his way back, just dropped off by a friend,” Suseela explained. “Thank goodness!” Parvathy exclaimed, relief flooding her voice. “He must have lost charge on his phone.” Ranjitha smiled, her intuition guiding her. “It seems like the kidnapping was just a misunderstanding. Thank you for the information, Parvathy.” As Ranjitha left the palatial house, she felt a sense of fulfillment. The day had brought an unexpected twist, but with a little intuition and the right connections, she had unraveled the mystery. The Great OO1 Assistant had once again proven her mettle. K.Ragavan 30-10-24

Small Story 61Good Deed and reciprocation

Small Story 61 Good Deed and Reciprocation Dentist Dharmaraj sat in his chamber, contemplating a request from his assistant, Panchapakesan, for a day off on Wednesday. Though Dharmaraj hesitated—he had an important function to attend that day—he valued Panchapakesan's honesty and dedication. The sixty-year-old receptionist had worked with him for three years and had a solid reputation. On Wednesday morning, Dharmaraj informed his wife, Navitha, that he wouldn’t be home for lunch; he was going to an important event. The venue was a modest house on Annanagar Main Road, bustling with activity. It belonged to retired Army doctor Natraj, a man celebrated for saving countless soldiers during his service. After retiring, he dedicated himself to providing scholarships for deserving students, regardless of their background. For twenty years, he continued his family's legacy of generosity. As Dharmaraj entered the house, he was surprised to see Panchapakesan already there. Natraj welcomed them both and offered tea. They sat together, discussing their shared values of honesty and dedication. Panchapakesan shared a poignant story: despite losing his son during the COVID pandemic, he felt compelled to thank Natraj for the support he had received in the past. Dharmaraj, who had faced his own financial struggles during his education, also owed his success to Natraj’s guidance. Today, he was a leading private dentist, offering free consultations for seniors as a tribute to Natraj’s kindness. Moved by the stories of resilience and gratitude, both men felt a renewed appreciation for the good souls in the world—those who help others and those who remember to give thanks. They enjoyed a warm conversation over tea, united by their shared commitment to service and the profound impact of one man’s generosity. K.Ragavan 29-10-24

Small Story 60 Rain Made Miracle

Small Story 60.Rain Made Miracle Ragini was returning home after a lovely evening with her friend when the skies opened up. The auto driver dropped her at a nearby mall to wait out the rain. Inside, she felt the buzz of people escaping the downpour and decided to indulge in her favorite treat: Pista ice cream from Kwality's. As she savored each bite, a small girl approached her. "Hi! How are you?" the girl chirped. Ragini, taken aback, asked her name. "I’m Chandini! I’m waiting for my dad." Just then, Chandini's father, Shantanu, arrived. Ragini's heart raced; he looked strikingly familiar. After introductions, Ragini realized that Shantanu was a reflection of her late husband, who had tragically died in an accident seven years prior. The shock of meeting him stirred memories of that fateful day. But Shantanu seemed different—alive and vibrant, with his daughter by his side. They chatted briefly before the rain let up. Ragini left the mall, her mind swirling with emotions. At home, she recounted the encounter to her mother, Ambujam, who consoled her as memories of her late husband flooded back. The next evening, as she waited for a cab, a car came inside Shantanu offered her a ride. During the drive, Ragini shared her story. Shantanu revealed he was Rohan’s classmate and that Rohan had been deeply affected by the accident, learning of her struggles only months later. As they exchanged stories, Ragini felt a connection blooming. She soon became friends with Shantanu’s wife, Vasanthi, and found herself welcomed into a new circle of warmth and support. Ambujam grew fond of Vasanthi, sensing the bond forming between them. Ragini reflected on how unexpected friendships can emerge from the most tragic events. "I’m lucky," she whispered to herself, feeling as though she had found a younger brother in Shantanu. Life, after all, has a way of weaving new threads into the fabric of our existence, even after loss. K.Ragavan 28-10-24

Tribute to Writer Mahadevan (Devan) 841

Tribute to Writer Mahadevan (Devan)841 Decades ago, the Tamil literary world was enriched by a multitude of talented writers, particularly in the realm of storytelling and comics. Among them, Mahadevan, known by his pen name Devan, stood out as a remarkable figure. In a relatively short span of his career, he established a distinct identity that continues to resonate with readers. Devan's writing was infused with a unique comic sensibility that captivated millions, making his work immensely popular in his time. He was associated with the renowned Tamil magazine Ananda Vikatan for over a decade and a half, a tenure that is commendable in itself. During this period, he authored 20 serials and more than 500 stories, leaving a significant mark on the literary landscape. One of his most beloved creations, the character Thupariyum Shambu, became a favorite among readers, showcasing Devan's talent for crafting relatable and humorous figures. His novels, such as Mythili, Malathy, and Miss Janaki, are treasured works that many readers fondly remember. Hailing from the picturesque Thiruvidai Maruthur in the Thanjavur district, Devan completed his B.A. degree before embarking on his literary journey with Ananda Vikatan. His contributions to Tamil literature, particularly in the comic genre, have left an indelible legacy, celebrating the joy of storytelling that continues to inspire new generations.Today i am happy to pay tribute to this late Legend made a mark in Comedy stories. K.Ragavan 28-10-24

Small Story 59 A New Chapter

Small Story 59. A New Chapter Franklin was astonished by the decision his daughter Nancy had made. “You really took this step?” he asked, disbelief etched on his face. “Yes, Dad,” Nancy replied with a determined nod. She had just decided to transfer to India for her job as a quality controller at a leading pharmaceutical company. This choice came shortly after her marriage to Chander, her colleague, who hailed from a traditional Hindu family. Despite knowing the cultural differences, Nancy adored Chander. His intelligence, charm, and strong values had captured her heart. Franklin, affectionately known as "Frank" among his friends for his open-mindedness, didn’t object to Nancy’s marriage. He had recently lost his wife to cancer and didn’t want to face life alone. Yet, he felt a twinge of worry about his daughter leaving him behind. Nancy also wrestled with the thought of leaving her father alone. However, Chander's mother, Ranjitham, was battling cancer herself, with doctors predicting only a few years left. This weighed heavily on Nancy’s heart, but she chose not to share this with her dad, wanting to protect him from the pain. In her mind, Nancy envisioned a solution. She had a colleague, Sheetal, a widow in her fifties, who possessed strong values and kindness. Nancy hoped to encourage a match between Franklin and Sheetal, thinking it could bring comfort to both of them in their loneliness. The next day, Nancy invited Sheetal over for tea, eager to introduce her to her father. As the three chatted, Franklin and Sheetal found common ground, engaging in lighthearted conversation. Days passed, and to Nancy’s surprise, her father expressed his willingness to marry Sheetal. Nancy couldn’t believe how quickly he had made this decision. A week later, Franklin and Sheetal were married in a vibrant Indian ceremony. Shortly after, Nancy and Chander moved to Bengaluru, where both had received promising job offers. As they settled into their new lives, Nancy reflected on how swiftly everything had unfolded. The secret behind her father’s quick acceptance remained undisclosed, known only to Sheetal, who had mentioned Ranjitham’s condition during their conversations. Franklin didn’t want Ranjitham's fate to mirror that of his late wife, and this realization led him to embrace the marriage wholeheartedly. In the end, all were grateful for this unexpected twist of fate. What began as a daunting new chapter transformed into a journey of companionship and shared strength. K.Ragavan 27-10-24

Small Story 58 Timely Lie

Small Story 58.Timely Lie Madurai station was bustling with activity as Pitchumani waited eagerly for his cousin, Rajamani, who was coming to Madurai for the first time. After a few moments, Rajamani waved from a distance. "Hey, Pitchu! Have you been waiting long?" he called out. "Not too long. What took you? Stuck in traffic?" Pitchumani replied. "No, I started late from home. An old schoolmate ran into me, and we ended up chatting," Rajamani explained. "Is she a friend?" Pitchumani asked, intrigued. "Yes, her name is Shenbagam," Rajamani said. "Still single." "Why?" Pitchumani inquired. "Her horoscope doesn't match with her parents’ criteria." Pitchumani chuckled. "In this twenty-first century, people still believe in horoscopes?" Rajamani shrugged. "It’s a thing. Anyway, let’s get going. It’s getting late." He hailed an auto. "Are you coming to S.S. Colony? Auto driver demanded twenty rupees more from the fare" "Why? It's only 11:30 AM," Pitchumani protested. "I understand, but I won’t get return passengers from there. Everyone uses apps these days." "Okay, I’ll give ten rupees more. That’s reasonable," Pitchumani replied. The auto driver grumbled, "Today’s coffee will cost me a minimum of twenty rupees, sir." "Alright, Raja, let’s just go," Pitchumani said. As they rode, the auto suddenly halted on a bridge. The driver got out and checked the tires, then the fuel gauge. "Sorry, sir, I forgot to fill the tank." "What do you mean sorry?" Pitchumani whispered, noting the line of honking vehicles behind them. They quickly got out and found another auto, albeit at double the fare. Finally, they reached home, where Pitchumani’s aunt greeted him with joy, calling him affectionately "Pitchu." After a hearty lunch, Pitchumani took a short nap. In the evening, his aunt prepared delicious coffee paired with hot pakodas. Rajamani hadn’t seen Pitchumani in years; he was married, with no children. Meanwhile, Pitchumani was nearing forty and still single. "Aunt, why are you delaying marriage?" she asked. "There hasn’t been a suitable girl yet," he replied. Later that evening, Shenbagam visited. She greeted Pitchumani’s aunt, who excitedly introduced her. "Shenbagam, I have a boy here. Our horoscopes match. You can meet my nephew." Pitchumani, working at the post office in Batlagundu, was single and came from a family of two sons with no parents. Shenbagam found his simplicity endearing, despite not being the typical city boy. Within a week, in a simple ceremony, Pitchumani and Shenbagam got married. Two years later, they welcomed a beautiful boy into their lives. Shenbagam’s parents were overjoyed, especially since many astrologers had predicted that her horoscope wouldn't suit anyone. One day, Pitchumani confided in Shenbagam, "I never saw your horoscope, but my aunt had yours, which your mother gave her. With good intentions, she assured your parents that our horoscopes matched." Shenbagam was taken aback. "You mean to say that a little lie was used for a good cause?" Pitchumani smiled. "Sometimes, love finds a way through unexpected paths." Grateful for his life’s journey with Shenbagam, Pitchumani often recalled that challenging auto ride and thanked his favorite god, Srinivasa of Tirupathi for bringing them together. K.Ragavan. 26-10-24

Small Story 57 Judge Properly

Small story 57 Judge Properly Sundaresan sat comfortably in his chair, a steaming cup of tea ready for his friend Kiccha, a talented cook who dedicated his time to a senior citizens' home. His wife, Bhagirathi, emerged from the kitchen, her arms crossed in mild annoyance. "He’ll come, just wait," she whispered, glancing at the clock. Sundaresan smiled. He had a soft spot for Kiccha, his childhood buddy. They had gone to school together, but while Sundaresan pursued higher education, Kiccha faced family struggles that led him to choose a career in cooking instead. When Kiccha finally arrived, he apologized, his face flushed from the rush. "Sorry, Sundaresan. I lost track of time." "Don’t worry about it. I know how busy you are," Sundaresan replied warmly. Bhagirathi entered the room with a plate of Mysorepak, a traditional sweet, paired with fresh coffee. Kiccha's eyes lit up. "This is delicious, Manni!" he exclaimed. Bhagirathi merely nodded, her pride barely concealed. Her background as a judge's daughter often made her seem aloof, a quality Kiccha had learned to overlook because of his deep friendship with Sundaresan. As they chatted, Sundaresan’s phone rang. It was Pattabi, another old friend from his days in college. "Hey, Sundaresan! I just moved back and wanted to catch up. How’s everything?" "All good! Just enjoying some time with Kiccha here," he replied. "Oh, you’re lucky," Pattabi said. "I’ve found a wonderful cook who’s been helping me since my wife fell ill. His name is Kiccha, and he’s been taking care of everything for me." Sundaresan’s heart swelled with pride. He’d already sensed Kiccha’s impact, and hearing Pattabi praise him confirmed it. Bhagirathi, however, felt a flush of embarrassment as she realized she had misjudged Kiccha. "All the fingers aren’t the same," Sundaresan thought, sensing Bhagirathi’s change of heart. It was never too late to amend past mistakes, especially when kindness like Kiccha’s shone so brightly. In that small living room, friendships deepened and understanding blossomed, as sweet as the Mysorepak that lingered in the air. K.Ragavan 25-10-24

Tribute to Director Dinesh Shenoy.

Dinesh Shenoy, a recent National Film Award-winning director for the Kannada non-feature film Madhyantara, has been a prominent figure in the film industry for decades. Known for his versatility and extensive experience in photography, production, and direction, Shenoy is always eager to embrace new challenges. His latest project, Madhyantara, won two National Film Awards for Best Director Debut and Best Editor. Created during the challenging period of the COVID-19 pandemic in 2022, the film stands as a testament to his dedication and creativity in filmmaking K.Ragavan 25-10-24

Small Story 56 Right Chief.

Small Story 56 Right Chief. Ranjitha paced the sleek reception area, her excitement mingling with anxiety. She was at the headquarters of the renowned Investigation Agency, eagerly awaiting her interview with the legendary Chief Paramanand, affectionately known as OO1. Despite her impressive credentials in investigative journalism and an MA in English, the wait felt endless. After thirty minutes, she was finally summoned into his cabin. As she entered, she was struck by his commanding presence. Parmanand, though in his sixties, had a youthful energy in his voice that captivated her. He was impeccably dressed, and his desk was neatly organized, save for a single file. “I apologize for my tardiness,” he said, his tone warm. “I was caught up in a meeting at the Maharaja Palace.” “Of course, sir,” Ranjitha replied, trying to mask her nerves. “I’m here because I’m passionate about investigating crime—robberies, murders. I recently submitted two papers on investigative journalism to an American publication.” Parmanand’s eyes sparkled with interest. “You write about crime investigations?” he asked. “I’ve read your papers. Impressive insights.” “Really? You’ve read them?” Ranjitha was taken aback. “How do you know?” “I keep a close eye on emerging talents,” he replied with a smile. “Your analysis is sharp. I appreciate your dedication.” Ranjitha felt a surge of pride. “Thank you, sir. I believe this agency embodies the challenges I seek.” “Then I’m pleased to offer you a position starting tomorrow,” he declared. “Your patience today reflects your commitment—a quality we value here.” Overwhelmed with joy, Ranjitha could hardly believe her luck. “Thank you, sir! I won’t let you down,” she said, her heart racing. As she left his office, she whispered a silent thank you to her friend Vasanthi for recommending her to this prestigious agency. Ranjitha felt certain that OO1 was the right chief for her. With newfound determination, she stepped into her future as an investigative officer, ready to tackle the world’s mysteries. K.Ragavan 24-10-24

Small Story 55 For Bonding No Boundary.

Small Story 55 For Bonding No Boundary Davidson landed at Chennai airport from London, ready for a six-month assignment with his Indian office. As a film scriptwriter known for his acclaimed documentary work, he was excited about the new adventure. Ramesh, a local photographer for the company, was there to greet him. “Welcome to India, Davidson! How was your journey?” Ramesh asked as they headed to the hotel. “Fine, thanks! And how's your family?” Davidson inquired. Ramesh hesitated. “My family... it’s just me, my mom, and my sister now. My dad passed away a few weeks back.” Davidson frowned, offering his condolences. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He quickly changed the subject. “Still a bachelor?” “Yes,” Ramesh replied. After dropping Davidson at his hotel, Ramesh promised to pick him up the next morning for his first day at the office. Davidson found the office welcoming; everyone was friendly and eager to help. A few days later, Ramesh invited him over for tea. On Sunday at 4:30, Davidson arrived at Ramesh’s home, where he met Ramesh’s mother, Radhika, and sister, Nanditha. “What do you do, Nanditha?” Davidson asked after tea and sweets. “I work as a narrator at a radio broadcasting firm,” she replied. “Nice!” he said, genuinely interested. As the weeks passed, Davidson explored Chennai and enjoyed its vibrant culture. One evening, while dining at an Indian restaurant, he spotted Nanditha with her friend Vasanthi, a feature editor for a leading online magazine. They chatted over their meal before parting ways. On his last day, Davidson decided to surprise Ramesh and his family. “I really appreciate you all,” he said. “You’re cultured and educated. I need a good narrator for my division, and I see those qualities in Nanditha. Would it be alright if she came to the UK with me? She can stay with my family—my wife, daughter Sophia, and I would love to have her.” Radhika was taken aback but impressed by Davidson’s sincerity, while Ramesh saw him as a fatherly figure. At fifty-five, Davidson’s straightforwardness and trustworthy nature made him a compelling choice. Nanditha was thrilled at the prospect of an overseas assignment. After discussing it with her family, they agreed happily. In the end, Davidson not only completed his deputation successfully but also found a daughterly figure for his division, forging connections that transcended distance and culture. K.Ragavan 23-10-24

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Small Story 54 Reward for dedication

Small Story 54. Reward for dedication . Ramayee sat patiently in the living room, her heart heavy with concern. She had worked for Madam Lakshmi's family for over twenty years, dedicating her life to their service after her husband passed away. Now, at 63, she found herself seeking a loan of twenty thousand rupees for her eldest grandson, Suman, who had earned a spot in an MBA program. With his parents struggling to make ends meet, Ramayee felt it was her duty to help. As she waited, her thoughts drifted to Suman—an intelligent boy with exceptional grades in both S.S.L.C. and B.Sc. He deserved this chance, and she was determined to see him succeed. Just then, Lakshmi descended the stairs, her face lighting up at the sight of Ramayee. “How are you? Waiting for me?” “Amma, I need twenty thousand rupees as a loan. You can deduct it in twenty installments from my salary,” Ramayee explained, her voice steady despite her anxiety. Lakshmi smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Good news! Suman got in on merit! But I don’t have that amount on hand right now. Let me call my daughter, Vasanthy.” Without hesitation, Lakshmi dialed Vasanthy, who lived in Bengaluru. When she answered, Lakshmi relayed the situation. Vasanthy was quick to respond. “I’ll transfer the money to you right away. And Ramayee, you don’t need to pay me back.” Surprise washed over Ramayee. “Why doesn’t Chiinamma want the money back?” she asked, curiosity piqued. Lakshmi immediately connected the call again. “Vasanthy, tell her.” “Ramayee,” Vasanthy began, her voice warm, “when I was studying for my management degree, my mother was in the U.S. with my brother. You stayed with me for three months, providing encouragement and care. Your support helped me secure first rank. Now Suman is making you proud, and I want to give back.” Tears welled in Ramayee's eyes, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you, Vasanthy amma. I won’t forget your kindness,” she said, overwhelmed by the love and support surrounding her family. In that moment, she knew that the bond they shared went beyond service—it was a deep connection forged through years of trust, dedication, and mutual respect. Suman would have the chance he deserved, thanks to the kindness of those who recognized the sacrifices made along the way. K.Ragavan 22-10-24