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

Small Story 53God's Blessings

Small Story 53 God's blessings At Kumbakonam railway station, the air buzzed with the energy of pilgrims arriving to visit the renowned temples. Madhav waited eagerly for his family friends, Janaki and her daughter, Shilpa. He had met Janaki three years ago in Chennai, just before his transfer. Now, his heart raced at the thought of seeing Shilpa again—she was a beautiful, modern girl rooted in tradition, and Madhav couldn’t help but feel a crush on her. As the train rolled in, his heart leapt when he spotted Shilpa stepping off in a vibrant orange saree that perfectly complemented her blouse. “How are you, Madhav?” Janaki’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. “Fine, aunty! And Shilpa, you look lovely,” he managed to say, his cheeks flushing. “Thank you! I’m doing well,” Shilpa replied with a bright smile. They made their way to Madhav's newly bought car. “How’s the weather?” Janaki asked. “Hot, aunty,” Madhav replied, sneaking glances at Shilpa. After a hearty lunch at home, Pankajam, Madhav's mother, turned to Janaki. “You should stay for a week!” “Thank you! We’ll visit the Oppiliappan temple tonight and then the local temples tomorrow morning before our train back to Chennai,” Janaki said. Curious about Shilpa's life, Pankajam asked, “What are you doing now?” “I joined a leading newspaper as a sub-editor after finishing my degree last year,” Shilpa beamed with pride. That evening, they reached the Oppiliappan temple, where Janaki approached the priest, handing him two pieces of paper. She asked him to show one to God and to give her the other. After the ritual, she tucked the paper away, leaving the others curious but hesitant to ask. Later, as they shared dinner at a nearby mess, Shilpa inquired about Madhav’s job. “I work as a manager at a leading bank,” he replied, feeling more comfortable around her. The following evening, Janaki asked Pankajam to prepare her favorite sweet, Kesari, along with crispy bajjis. The kitchen filled with delightful aromas, and everyone enjoyed the meal together. As 6 PM approached, it was time for Janaki and Shilpa to leave for their train. “I wish you could stay longer,” Madhav said, his disappointment evident. “Shilpa just started working and can’t take leave,” Janaki explained. “I came here to discuss something important.” Her eyes twinkled with excitement. “I’ve been feeling for a while that Shilpa and Madhav would make a good pair. Yesterday, I sought God’s blessing by giving those two pieces of paper to the priest, and he showed one to God. This piece represents my hope.” Pankajam's eyes filled with emotion as she realized the weight of Janaki’s words. Shilpa and Madhav exchanged a glance, the unspoken understanding growing between them. Just then, Madhav’s father, Ravi, called from the other room. “It’s time to discuss this!” he said, affirming Janaki's sentiments. The air was thick with anticipation, and the promise of new beginnings hung between them. K.Ragavan 21-10-24

Tribute to Sudeep.840

Tribute to Sudeep: A Versatile Talent in Sandalwood Today, I would like to pay tribute to an incredibly talented personality from the Sandalwood film industry: Sudeep. Hailing from the beautiful town of Shimoga in Karnataka, Sudeep has made a significant impact on Indian cinema since his debut. With a career spanning over 27 years if i amright Sudeep has captivated audiences with his diverse roles in films like Kempe Gowda and Vishnu Vardhan. His performances are a testament to his versatility as an actor, showcasing his ability to transition seamlessly between various genres. Beyond acting, Sudeep has also ventured into production and direction, further establishing his multifaceted talent. Additionally, he is recognized as a talented singer, adding yet another dimension to his artistic repertoire. Sudeep's contributions extend beyond the silver screen; he has been an ambassador for prominent brands like Alukkas Jewellers, reflecting his influence in both the film industry and popular culture. His achievements have earned him numerous awards and accolades, solidifying his status as one of Sandalwood's most beloved figures. Furthermore, Sudeep has made his mark in Bollywood, proving his appeal beyond regional cinema. The Sandalwood film industry has produced many talented actors, and Sudeep undoubtedly stands out among them.Many films like Sparsha,Veeraparampara, e,Raana ,and others i could not catch up. In conclusion, Sudeep's dedication, talent, and versatility have not only enriched the Kannada film industry but have also inspired countless fans and aspiring artists. Here’s to celebrating his remarkable journey and the many more milestones to come! K.Ragavan 21-10-24 Until We Meet Again Neaxt week

Small story 52A Twist of fate

Small Story 52.A Twist of Fate. Small Story 52. A Twist of Fate Sunder entered a small restaurant, seeking solace in a cup of tea after receiving disappointing results from his third interview. He asked the waiter for a good cup and settled into a chair, hoping for some comfort. Despite the setbacks, the tea warmed his spirits. As he headed to the cash counter to pay the modest bill of 25 rupees, he was surprised to see a strikingly beautiful woman behind the register. When he approached, a familiar voice rang out, “Hey Sunder, how are you?” He stared in confusion until she introduced herself as Roshini, a classmate from high school. They had shared years together at Tambaram Sevasadan. “What are you doing here?” he whispered, still processing the surprise. “My dad started this restaurant a few years back,” she explained. “After finishing my marketing management degree, I couldn’t find a suitable job, so I decided to help him out.” Sunder felt a pang of sympathy. “I’ve been looking for a job for three years now,” he admitted. “I guess I just haven’t found the right opportunity.” “Why not try a different approach in your interviews?” Roshini asked playfully, raising an eyebrow. “I do my best, but maybe it’s just not enough,” he replied, his voice trailing off. She smiled encouragingly. “You have the credentials. Sometimes it’s just about confidence.” Feeling the weight of his failures, Sunder whispered, “I really don’t know what to do next.” “Stay in touch,” Roshini suggested, scribbling her number on a piece of paper. After leaving the restaurant, Sunder dreaded facing his father. But he knew his mother, Pankajam, would always support him. A week later, Sunder received an unexpected call from a leading IT firm. The director wanted him to come in for an interview. He thought back to his earlier applications and hurriedly prepared. The next day, dressed in a smart tie and his favorite white shirt, he went in with hope. To his surprise, the director was impressed and offered him a position at the Bengaluru office with an attractive salary. Overwhelmed, Sunder rushed to Bombay Sweets to share the good news with his family. His father, Hari, was astonished at the sudden success, and Pankajam beamed with pride. When Sunder joined the new office in Bengaluru, he was called in to meet the CEO. As he entered the room, a familiar voice greeted him, “Welcome, Mr. Sunder.” It was Roshini! “What a coincidence!” he exclaimed. “Yes! After you left, I got an offer from the same company. I had applied months ago. My dad told me to manage the restaurant while he’s away, and I called for an interview for you at the Chennai branch. You always had the talent!” With a hint of shyness, she added, “I’ve liked you since school but never had the courage to say anything. I’m glad we met again.” Sunder felt a rush of warmth. Roshini’s belief in him had rekindled his confidence, and he realized that perhaps his earlier failures were simply stepping stones leading him to this moment. Together, they embraced a promising future, both personally and professionally, forever grateful for the twist of fate that had reunited them. K.Ragavan 20-10-24

Kudos to SureshUrs.

I was thrilled to hear the news that my good friend, award-winning editor Suresh Urs, has been honored with the National Award for his Kannada non-feature film Madhyantara. After 29 years, this recognition is truly amazing! Suresh's humility in the face of such accolades speaks volumes about his character. I am incredibly proud of him for his sincere dedication, hard work, and the admirable craftsmanship he brings to his projects. Kudos to Suresh Urs! K.Ragavan. 19-10-24

Small story 51.Be Cautious

Small Story 51 Be Cautious . Sophia stood outside the newly opened Emirate Mall in Dubai, marveling at the vibrant energy of the bustling city. She had dreamed of visiting for years, but life had taken unexpected turns. After losing her husband to a sudden heart attack, she finally found the strength to embark on this journey alone. As she wandered through the mall's beautiful shops, a sense of excitement filled her heart. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee drew her to a cozy café, where she ordered a rich chocolate-flavored drink. Moments later, a young man named Rahul approached her table. “Hey, I’m Rahul. I work here,” he said with a friendly smile. “I’m Sophia, visiting from the U.S.,” she replied, feeling a flicker of connection. “Nice! Dubai is the talk of the place today,” he continued. They chatted about the city, and when Rahul invited her to lunch, she hesitated. Her father’s voice echoed in her mind: “Always be cautious with strangers.” “Thank you, but I have to move on,” she said politely, choosing to trust her instincts. After exploring the mall, Sophia stepped outside to the lively streets. The energy was palpable, but suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. A commotion drew her attention—a crowd had gathered around police officers who were apprehending a man for fraud. Her heart sank as she recognized Rahul among those being arrested. Shock washed over her; the friendly face she had just met was now entangled in a web of deceit. Reflecting on her father’s wisdom, she felt a surge of gratitude. He had taught her the importance of discernment and self-reliance. After a week filled with new experiences and fond memories, Sophia boarded her flight back to the U.S. with a renewed sense of strength, ready to embrace life’s challenges ahead. K.Ragavan 19-10-24

Small story 50.Friend's Wish.

Small Story 50. Friend's Wish Ambujam was overjoyed to receive a letter from her dear friend Ranjitham through her son Ram. Ranjitham was coming to India next week, and the news filled Ambujam with happiness. Her son, Ram, had recently returned from a ten-day trip to Singapore, where he had been warmly hosted by Ranjitham, who had also sent back delicious sweets for the family. Ram, an ambitious young man who had just graduated, was eager to study artificial intelligence and planned to move to Australia in a few months. His father, Pramod, a pharmaceutical consultant, and Ambujam, who was 51, made an ideal couple, raising Ram with love and good values. When Ranjitham arrived, the two friends embraced, exchanging heartfelt greetings and catching up over lunch. Later, Ambujam went to work, but when she returned home, Ranjitham surprised Ram by preparing his favorite sweet, Kesari. However, as the evening wore on, Ranjitham revealed troubling news. A few weeks earlier, she had been diagnosed with throat cancer. The prognosis was grim—three years at most, according to the renowned doctor from the Adayar Cancer Institute. Ranjitham, who had lost her husband in an accident months earlier, expressed her wish for Ram to stay with her during this time. She felt a deep connection to him and longed for the joy of having him call her “Mummy” as they spent those precious years together. Ambujam's heart ached for her friend. She wrapped her arms around Ranjitham, assuring her, “You will live for many years. I promise to support you, and if Ram can bring you happiness, then we will make it happen.” Their bond, forged through years of friendship, would only grow stronger as they faced this difficult journey together. K.Ragavan 18-10-24

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 18 October 24 Air travel hazards With regard to Taniya Dutta's report Air India and IndiGo flights grounded after bomb threats in India (October 14): In the past week, at least 10 flights in India were grounded due to bomb threats, leading to considerable inconvenience for passengers and further delays in travel. Such incidents are unacceptable in today’s fast-paced world. While many threats originate from social media and may be fake, some could be genuine terror threats. It's good that two people have been arrested for the hoax. It should set an example. Despite the vigilance and security measures implemented by Indian aviation authorities, these disruptions continue to occur. Air travel remains a crucial mode of transportation for many, especially for those attending to urgent commitments. It's crucial that authorities address this pressing issue to minimise delays and ensure passenger safety in the future. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 49.Dad's Legacy.

Small Story Dad's Legacy. Small Story 49 Dad's Legacy Chander moved to Mumbai twenty years ago to work at a leading trading company. He loved the city's fast-paced lifestyle, a stark contrast to his hometown, Thirumangalam, near Madurai. His parents had passed away long ago, and his younger sister, Aarthi, lived in their old house with her son, Nithin. Nithin, a handsome young man, was a regional manager at a pharmaceutical company in Madurai. Every week, he visited Aarthi and Suresh, Chander's father, but they were reluctant to leave their ancestral home. One day, Chander decided to visit his sister's family and booked a flight to Thirumangalam. On the day of his departure, his daughter, Nandhini, watched the news about heavy rains in Tamil Nadu. Concerned, she urged him to cancel the trip. Hesitant but cautious, Chander postponed his visit. Two days later, he received a call from Aarthi. “Anna, our house was damaged in the recent heavy rains. It’s over sixty years old, and the bedrooms are cracked. We had to move to Nithin’s place.” Chander’s heart sank. The house, a treasure trove of childhood memories built by their late father, was deteriorating. Without wasting time, Chander rushed to Thirumangalam. Upon seeing the damage, he spoke to the family contractor. “How much will it cost to repair?” he asked. The contractor sighed, “Prices have gone up. My best quote is six lakhs. I can make it beautiful.” Chander agreed without hesitation. He stayed with Nithin in Madurai while the repairs were underway. In just 45 days, the house was transformed into a stunning haven, retaining its old charm while boasting modern elegance. Chander's love for his parents, especially his father—the dedicated schoolmaster who instilled values of honesty and hard work in him—drove this effort. He felt a deep sense of duty to preserve his father's legacy, turning their beloved home into a beautiful castle that would honor their memory for generations to come K.Ragavan 17-10-24

Small Story 48Mystery of the MysorePak.

Small Story 48. Mystery of the Mysore Pak Anitha double-checked the address her friend Ranjitham had given her. The shop promised freshly made Mysore Pak, and after a long week, she was eager to indulge. As she entered, the salesperson greeted her warmly. “Madam, today all are freshly prepared! Just now, we made some Mysore Pak.” He handed her a small piece to taste. Anitha savored the sweet, buttery flavor. “Oh, nice! I’ll take 1 kg of Mysore Pak and half a kg of Badam cake, please.” With her purchase in hand, she headed home, excited to share her treats. However, as she opened the door, her son rushed in, a worried look on his face. “Mom, I had an accident!” He showed her his leg, scratched and bleeding. “Someone on a scooter hit me while I was walking home!” Panic surged through Anitha as she grabbed her car keys. “Let’s go to Dr. Rao!” She drove swiftly, her heart racing, and they arrived at the clinic just as Dr. Rao finished with another patient. After a tense twenty minutes of waiting, her phone buzzed. It was Ramya, another friend. “Anitha, can you give me your doctor’s address? My son fainted during a cricket match at the Jaynagar ground after being hit by a ball.” “What?!” Anitha exclaimed. “That’s terrible! I was just buying Mysore Pak when I got the news about my son.” Both friends shared a moment of shock, realizing the odd coincidence. “This is a bad omen,” Anitha said. “First, my son gets hit, and now yours? We just wanted a treat!” Ranjitham’s love for the Mysore Pak shop had taken a dark turn, leaving Anitha and Ramya to wonder: was it the sweet treat that brought misfortune, or just an unlucky day for them both? K.Ragavan 16-10-24

Ongoing Chennai crisis.

The on going crisis in Chennai Absolutely, proactive measures are crucial in disaster management. Long-term planning, such as improving drainage systems, investing in infrastructure, and implementing early warning systems, could significantly reduce the impact of heavy rains. It's essential for governments to prioritize these initiatives to protect communities effectively. K.Ragavan 15-10-24

Small Story 47Trio's Final Destination

Trio's Final Destination Ram, Sam, and Pravin had been inseparable friends for over twenty-five years, working together in Singapore and approaching their retirement next year. Each hailed from different parts of India, and every year, they returned home for a month-long holiday—spending the first twenty-seven days in their native places and the last three in Bengaluru, reconnecting with old friends. This year, their holiday took on special significance. Determined to choose a place to settle after retirement, they spent their time discussing potential locations. Sam passionately advocated for Tirunelveli, highlighting its rapid development and proximity to his hometown. Ram and Pravin, from Virudhunagar and Tenkasi respectively, were intrigued but wanted to weigh their options. In Bengaluru, their conversations deepened. They met with old friends, sharing stories and insights. After lengthy discussions, they concluded that settling in the vibrant Garden City of Bengaluru would be ideal. Despite its challenges—traffic, pollution, and crowds—the city’s rich culture and the warmth of its people made a compelling case. They appreciated how the residents respected diverse faiths and beliefs, fostering a sense of community. With excitement, they secured beautiful apartments in a prime location, marking a new chapter in their lives. They realized that while every city had its merits, a place built on mutual respect and camaraderie was paramount. As their holiday came to an end, the trio returned to Singapore on a flight filled with dreams and anticipation. They knew their final destination was not just about a place, but about the friendships and respect they would cultivate in their new home. K.Ragavan 15-10-24

Small Story 46.Longing Mummy.

Small Story 46.Longing Mummy. Ram returned to his room after a refreshing evening walk, the vibrant campus of Boulder surrounding him with its lush trees and serene parks. His roommate Mohan, a friendly soul from Telangana, had just returned as well. “Hi, Ram! Shall we go for dinner at the new Rajasthan Cafe?” Mohan suggested. “Sure!” Ram replied, excited to explore the new eatery. Meanwhile, back in Mysore, Ram's mother, Janaki, was eagerly awaiting her son's call. Typically, Ram called at 7:30 AM Indian time, and Janaki was already waiting by the phone from 6:30, her heart filled with longing after a year apart. Ram had traveled to the US for his post-graduate studies, leaving behind his parents, Keshav and Janaki, who had always been his biggest supporters. Keshav, a scientist at the renowned CFTRI, was immensely proud of Ram’s achievements, especially when he graduated with a gold medal from JC Engineering College. Janaki cherished every moment of his childhood, from his playful antics to his eloquent speeches, and sending him off to America had been a heart-wrenching decision. One fateful day, Janaki had visited a famous astrologer during a trip to Udupi. Curious about Ram's future, her friend Ranjitham asked the astrologer to read Ram's horoscope. Though hesitant without his birth details, Janaki provided his star,Gothram and birth date. The astrologer’s prediction sent chills down her spine: at 28, Ram would face a significant crisis. From that day on, Janaki prayed fervently, hoping to shield her son from the foretold troubles. When Ranjitham visited to check on Ram before he left for the US, she could not hold back the dark prediction. This deepened Janaki’s fears, leading her to insist that Ram return after two years, when he would be 27. As Ram settled into life in Boulder, he had no idea of the weight on his mother’s heart. Their daily hour-long conversations masked Janaki’s silent worries, and she filled her evenings with prayers, chanting ancient texts for his safety. After completing his studies with flying colors, Ram returned to India just shy of turning 28. The last day of the month loomed, and Janaki's prayers grew more intense. One morning, while preparing tea, Janaki hugged Ram tightly, cherishing the moment. But as she glanced through his diary, she stumbled upon a page revealing their family’s true horoscope. In disbelief, she realized Ram’s gothram was Athreya, not the Bharathwaj the astrologer had predicted. Elated, Janaki jumped with joy, a wave of relief washing over her. “Ram, I made a mistake! God is great, and so is the astrologer—just not for you!” In that moment, her heart lightened, and she knew her prayers had been answered. Ram smiled, oblivious to the storm that had been brewing in his mother’s heart, grateful for their time together at last. K.Ragavan. 14-10-24

Tribute to Muktha Films Group and It's Team 839.

Ever since I joined Muktha Films Group in 2022, I have witnessed its remarkable growth and impact, particularly in honoring film personalities across various categories. Recently, the group organized a novel event for Navratri Golu that attracted participants from all over the globe, including notable figures like the "Thanga Pengal" participants. The organizers, led by Maya Srinivasan, along with the talented anchors and dedicated team members, played their roles exceptionally well, ensuring the event's success. Muktha has been a significant name in the film industry since its inception over six decades ago by the dynamic duo of Director V. Srinivasan and Producer V. Ramaswamy. Their commitment to delivering meaningful content and instilling moral values has left a lasting legacy. The respect and admiration shown by members in their participation speak volumes about the group's ethos. I deeply admire the teamwork under Maya, along with her brother Ravi and Sundar, which has been nothing short of inspiring. Wishing Muktha Films Group continued success in the future as it forges ahead, creating meaningful connections and celebrating the rich tapestry of film and culture. K.Ragavan 14-10-24 Until We Meet Again Next Week,

From My Friend Ramasubramanian

Hello Sir, Good Day. This Friday was the 8th day of Navaratri Festival and celebrated across the country, as Saraswathi Puja. As I was thinking about the significance of this Puja and tried to put together a few words as to how, through offering puja to Goddess Saraswathi, can help us take baby steps on our spiritual Journey. Please read the below, share your ideas and comments and let us progress on this Journey. Using the letters in the name of the goddess "Saraswathi", its a humble effort to outlines these steps. (Pls view this message in landscape format. ) Guiding us on the Spiritual Journey Through Awareness and Resilience towards realizing the Atman, Soul, based on the principles of Sanatana Dharma by bestowing Wisdom to us all, turning our focus towards Atma on the foundation of Truth elevating us to a Higher plane eventually leading to Immortality Wish you and your family a very happy Festival. Do let me know your comments, views, etc on the above. Thanks & Regards, Ram

Small Story 45. Award Function Help.

Small Story 45. Award Function Help. The train was about to depart, and Shanmugam felt restless. Just then, a young, smart lady approached him. “Uncle, could you please hold my handbag? I’ll be back in a few minutes—I just need to buy some magazines from the platform shop.” Shanmugam nodded and accepted the bag, but as the train began to move, he realized the lady hadn’t returned. The first stop came and went, and still no sign of her. With each passing minute, his worry grew. What could have happened to her? He glanced at the bag, which held no address or phone number. Hesitant to open it, he decided to wait. As the train rolled on, anxiety gnawed at him. Finally, at their destination, he faced a dilemma: should he go to the nearby railway police or stay put? Just then, his phone rang. “Hello? Who is speaking?” he asked. “Please stay there; I’ll come!” a voice said urgently. In ten minutes, a new lady arrived, breathless and smiling. “Uncle, my friend Kanaka asked me to collect this bag from you.” Shanmugam blinked in surprise. “Kanaka? But how does she know me?” The lady, Reshmi, replied, “I was traveling in the compartment next to yours.After buying Magazines She was travelling withme but has to go home urgently . She sent me a picture of you at your award function yesterday at Raj Bhavan. Shanmugam felt a wave of realization wash over him. He had just received the “Best Staff of the Year” award from his department and was returning to Tenkasi to share the news with his family. Reshmi “You can call Kanaka now and let her know I got it. Now you can go home to your daughters and wife, proud of your achievement.” Grateful, Shanmugam thanked Reshmi for her kindness. In that moment, he felt a deep appreciation for the good people in the world, realizing that sometimes, help arrives when you least expect it. K.Ragavan 13-10-24

Small Story 44.Library Bond.

Small Story 44.Library Bond. Ram sat in the library, eagerly awaiting Nandhini. Their Friday and Saturday evening ritual had become a cherished part of his week, where they would lose themselves in the pages of their favorite books for an hour. Both in their mid-twenties, they shared a love for learning that their mothers encouraged— Asha and Revathi, old friends, wanted their children to grow beyond conventional paths. After their reading session, they would head to a nearby café for tea. One evening, as they sipped their steaming cups, a familiar voice interrupted their conversation. "Nandhini!" It was Vasanthi, an old college friend. "Hi! How are you?" Nandhini exclaimed, her face lighting up with delight. "I’m great! Just moved to Bengaluru from Chennai—Dad got transferred," Vasanthi replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The two friends caught up, exchanging numbers to stay connected, just as Ram returned from the restroom. After introductions, Ram shared that he worked as a Product Manager in a pharmaceutical company. They chatted for a few minutes before parting ways. The next day, at a shopping mall, Vasanthi spotted Ram again. They talked for a while, and she asked for his number, wanting to connect further. Days later, Ram received a message from her, asking for career advice. "Can we meet?" it read. He replied promptly, and soon they arranged to meet at a well-known temple in Vasanthapura. After their darshan, they stepped outside to talk. “Sorry to disturb you today, but I really want to switch to the pharma industry. Can you help?” Vasanthi asked, a hint of hope in her voice. “Actually, we have a vacancy in my company. Send me your CV!” Ram said, eager to assist. The next day, he received her CV and arranged an interview. Vasanthi impressed everyone and was offered the job on the spot. As time passed, she settled well into her new role, grateful for Ram's support. One evening, Vasanthi's parents visited Ram's house. After some pleasant conversation over tea, Vasanthi's dad brought up a topic that caught everyone off guard. “So, what about the marriage proposal for Ram and Vasanthi?” A sudden hush fell over the room as Asha, Ram's mother, replied, “I’m sorry, but Ram’s marriage has been fixed with my friend’s daughter.” “Is it Nandhini?” Vasanthi blurted out, stunned. “No, my other friend's daughter, Devika. She’s in research in Sydney,” Asha clarified, noting the surprise on Vasanthi's face. “Ambujam and I are close friends, just like Nandhini’s mother.” As Vasanthi absorbed the news, a wave of disappointment washed over her. She felt unlucky, realizing she had crossed paths with someone who seemed destined for another. Ram and Nandhini shared a bond built on friendship and admiration, while Vasanthi was left reflecting on what could have been. Life had a way of intertwining stories, and this chapter was closing as a new one began for Ram and Nandhini, while Vasanthi set her sights on carving her own path in the industry they all cherished. K.Ragavan 12-10-24

Small Story 43.Temple Miracle

Small Story 43 Temple Miracle Nachiappan and Valli had been happily married for six years, living in Madurai. Nachiappan worked as an accountant at a leading bank, while Valli was employed at an insurance company. They enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle, free from the struggles of many middle-class families. Nachiappan hailed from Pillaiyarpatti, and Valli was from Karaikudi. One evening, after returning home from work and sipping hot tea, Valli’s phone rang. It was Ranjitham, an old friend from Dindigul. "Hello, Valli! I arrived in Madurai yesterday and would love to visit. Can I come tomorrow around 4 PM?" Valli's face lit up. "Of course, Mami! It’s been too long!" The next day, Ranjitham arrived looking graceful and radiant. After warm greetings, she shared her reason for the visit: her son had been transferred to Madurai for his job at a film distribution company, and they were looking for a house to rent. Valli remembered the upper portion of their house would be vacated in two days. “You can have it if you like!” she offered eagerly. Ranjitham’s eyes sparkled with joy. “That would be perfect! It’s wonderful to have familiar faces around.” As they chatted, Ranjitham leaned in closer to Valli. “I want to recommend a powerful temple near Nagamangala in Karnataka. Many couples have been blessed with children after visiting. Two in our family did!” Valli listened intently and took down the address, her heart racing with hope. After a lovely meal, Ranjitham bid farewell, promising to call soon. Valli felt a renewed sense of optimism, longing for a child, and she thanked Ranjitham for the visit. A few days later, Ranjitham’s son Bhargav and his wife Lakshmi moved into the upper portion. The families quickly bonded, sharing stories and experiences. One evening, Valli and Nachiappan decided it was time to visit the temple. Just as they were about to leave, Valli suddenly collapsed. Panic gripped Nachiappan as he rushed her to their neighbor, a gynecologist. After a thorough check-up, the doctor smiled. “Congratulations! Valli is pregnant!” Joy erupted in Nachiappan’s heart, and he couldn’t wait to share the news with Bhargav and Lakshmi, who were equally thrilled. After receiving the doctor’s blessing and a prescription, Valli and Nachiappan set off for Bengaluru, en route to Nagamangala. As the train chugged along, Valli felt a sense of magic in the air. Her heart swelled with gratitude for her dear friend Ranjitham, whose simple suggestion had led to this miracle. With a child on the way, she couldn’t help but believe that sometimes, wishes come true in the most unexpected ways K.Ragavan 11-10-24

Letter..

Letter Published in The National UAE on 11October 24 An Indian titan passes With regard to Kyle Fitzgerald's report Ratan Tata: Former Tata Group chairman and industrialist dies aged 86 (October 9): The industrialist and philanthropist Ratan Tata was beloved by many and known for his integrity and kindness. This marks a profound loss for India. His contributions to the industry and society were invaluable, as he championed numerous charitable causes, uplifted communities and inspired countless people. His legacy of generosity and commitment to social responsibility will continue to resonate, reminding us of the impact one dedicated person can have on a company and country. His absence will surely be felt deeply, but his remarkable life and values will live on in the hearts of those he touched. May his soul rest in peace. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 42.Good Inter action.

Small Story 42 Good Interaction. Davidson boarded the flight, ready to depart for Dubai. As a photojournalist for a leading international magazine based in the U.S., he was excited about the journey ahead. He accepted a welcome drink and glanced at his neighbor, a charming woman in her mid-thirties. “Hi, I’m Radhika. I’m heading to Dubai for work at a bank,” she said with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Radhika. I’m Davidson,” he replied, feeling an instant connection. They struck up a conversation that flowed effortlessly, moving from the banking industry to photography, sharing stories and insights. Before long, they had exchanged business cards, promising to keep in touch. A few days later, Radhika discovered Davidson’s impressive profile on Facebook, showcasing his extensive connections and achievements. She sent him a friend request, and within minutes, he accepted. Not long after, Davidson messaged her with an invitation to a special function where the ruler of Dubai would be the chief guest. Excited, Radhika arrived at the Sheraton Hotel, where Davidson was waiting to greet her. After a brief chat, the event commenced. Davidson was introduced to the audience as an award-winning international photographer, receiving honors for his outstanding contributions to various magazines, including being named Time’s popular figure of the month. Radhika beamed with pride at her newfound acquaintance. After the dinner, Davidson drove Radhika home. “I’m leaving for the U.S. tomorrow,” he said. “It was truly memorable meeting you. I learned so much during our conversation.” “I enjoyed it too,” Radhika replied, touched. Davidson continued, “My wife, Catherine, is the Chief Executive of a leading bank. We share insights about our professions every night, and when you mentioned the banking sector, I was intrigued. My dad always taught me to share knowledge with like-minded people, and I’ve kept that lesson close for the past twelve years.” Radhika was delighted by his perspective and the warmth of their exchange. She gave him a hug as they reached her residence. “Safe travels, Davidson. Let’s stay in touch!” “Absolutely,” he said, smiling as he waved goodbye, both knowing that this was just the beginning of a wonderful friendship. K.Ragavan. 10-10-24.

Irrecoverable loss.

The demise of the 87-year-old industrialist and philanthropist, who was beloved by all and, above all, a good human being, is a great loss to India. May his soul rest in peace. K.Ragavan

Small Story 41 Great Decision.

Small Story 41 Great Decision Ramu read the letter from his friend Shankar, who had settled in Sydney ten years ago. Shankar was coming to visit him and admired writer Ram'swritings under the pen name Tamilan for over fifteen years. Ramu recalled meeting the writer Ram at an event long ago. Excited, he called his wife, Pankajam, in the kitchen to share the news. She was thrilled, as her friend Swathy and her daughter Vasanthi would be visiting as well. The next day, Ramu went to the airport to greet Shankar and his family. Shankar complimented Ramu on his cozy 1,200-square-foot apartment. Vasanthi was overjoyed to see Ramu and Pankajam after a decade. However, Ramu felt a pang of sadness; he had recently lost his only son, who was meant to marry Vasanthi, his former classmate. Their parents had agreed on the match, but fate had intervened tragically. After a hearty lunch, the friends reminisced about old times. Ramu asked Vasanthi about her plans. She replied calmly, "I’m studying journalism and want to focus on that. I also came here to stay with my in-laws." Ramu was surprised. "Your in-laws?" Vasanthi smiled and said, "You are my father-in-law. When I decided to marry Pravin, I chose to make this house my home. I would be happy to stay here forever." Pankajam was taken aback by Vasanthi's bold decision. Shankar chuckled, "I hadn’t shared this secret!" Ramu embraced his old, sincere friend, feeling a mix of joy and hope for the future. K.Ragavan

My letter on 8October 24

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Small Story 40.Miracle Help.

Small Story 40.Miracle Help. Ranjitham had been coming to Ram's house for tuition for three days now. She was an expert in science, and Ram, an 8th grader, was eager to improve his marks. Their connection was forged when Ambujam, Ram's mother, met Ranjitham at a temple function, where Ranjitham’s beautiful singing impressed her. They quickly became friends, and Ambujam, recognizing Ranjitham's teaching skills, invited her to help Ram. On that third day, Ranjitham rang the bell, and Ram's voice called her in. Ambujam emerged from the kitchen, welcoming her with a warm smile and a cup of tea. After an hour of intense study, Ranjitham gathered her materials, ready to leave. "My husband is alone at home," she explained, but Ambujam urged her to sit a little longer. Ranjitham politely declined and stepped outside, thoughts of her husband, Desikan, heavy on her heart. Desikan had been battling throat cancer for three long years, and despite his resilience, he had grown weaker. Ranjitham, a brilliant academic herself, had taken up tutoring to support them, praying fervently to Krishna for her husband’s recovery. As Ram excelled in chess, training for an upcoming tournament in Dubai, Ambujam learned about a renowned doctor, Vasanthy, who could help Desikan. With a glimmer of hope, Ranjitham arranged for an appointment. However, the cost of treatment was staggering—twelve lakhs, even after a discount. Ranjitham felt torn; they had already spent so much on Desikan’s care. Meanwhile, Ram's father, Prasanna, sent Ram off to Dubai for his competition, unaware of the struggles at home. To Ranjitham's relief, Doctor Vasanthy successfully treated Desikan. When Ranjitham asked about the fees, the doctor revealed she had received funding from a charitable organization led by a close friend. Ranjitham was overwhelmed with gratitude. Curiosity gnawed at her; who was this benefactor? Ambujam soon revealed the truth: Doctor Vasanthy was not just a skilled physician but also a longtime friend from Ambujam’s school days, dedicated to helping those in need through her trust. Tears of joy filled Ranjitham's eyes as she realized the circle of support surrounding her. With Desikan on the road to recovery and Ram chasing his dreams, hope blossomed anew in their lives. K.Ragavan.

Small Story 39.Delivery Speaks.

Small Story 39.Delivery Speaks Ram arrived at the serene Sri Anjaneya temple, the scent of jasmine and incense wafting through the air. Archagar Srinivasan greeted him with a warm smile, knowing Ram was a devoted visitor. Just days earlier, Ram had come to offer thanks for his own achievement—scoring the highest marks in his B.Sc. He was filled with pride and gratitude as he reflected on that moment. Today, however, his heart was focused on someone else—his mother, Vasanthi. A seasoned journalist, she had built her reputation over two decades at a leading magazine. Recently, she was in the running for the prestigious position of Editor-in-Chief, competing against two other talented journalists. The announcement was set for 4 PM, and Ram was filled with anticipation and hope. After completing the archana for Vasanthi, Archagar Srinivasan handed him prasadam, a blessed offering. "Pray for her success, Ram," he encouraged. Ram nodded, feeling a deep connection to the divine as he held the small, sacred gift. Returning home, he couldn’t shake off his nervous energy. At 4:15 PM, he called Vasanthi. "Mummy, any news?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement. "Not yet, they’re still in discussions," she replied, her tone calm but revealing her own anxiety. Fifteen minutes felt like an eternity. Ram paced the room, his heart racing. Finally, his phone buzzed with a notification. The company had announced the results. “After careful consideration of each candidate’s performance, the management is pleased to promote Vasanthi to Editor-in-Chief, effective immediately!” Joy surged through Ram. He quickly called his mother. When she picked up, her voice was filled with disbelief and happiness. “Ram, they chose me! I can’t believe it!” Tears of joy streamed down his face. It felt like a miracle—the divine grace he had prayed for had manifested. In that moment, he knew that this was not just a victory for his mother but a testament to her hard work and dedication. Ram felt an overwhelming sense of pride for his loving mummy and silently thanked Sri Anjaneya for answering his prayers. K.Ragavan

Tribute to New India Abroad 838.

Tribute to New India Abroad 838. Today, I want to pay tribute to a leading daily newspaper that has made a significant impact in the United States: New India Abroad. Renowned for its insightful content and impactful opinion and editorial pages, it has featured the work of experienced journalists who have covered a wide range of topics over the decades. While it primarily serves the Indian community, its influence extends to other migrants as well. For over a decade, I have been reading the old version of India Abroad and have consistently admired its comprehensive coverage. The newspaper shines a spotlight on the diverse achievements of Indian Americans, their cultural activities, and their active participation in the broader American administration, which is truly commendable. During my recent visit to Denver, I was struck by the newspaper’s continued excellence and relevance. I wish New India Abroad every success in the days ahead and commend it for its outstanding past contributions. Kudos to New India Abroad! K.Ragavan 7-10-24 Until We Meet Again Next Week

IAF Magnificient event.

Today's IAF Programme at Marina Chennai was amazing.IAF has been doing a magnificent job for Many decades and today's event was memorable K.Ragavan 6-10-24

Small Story 38.A Journey to New Beginnings

Small Story 38. A Journey to New Beginnings Ranjitham and Mallika were sisters, each a reflection of their parents’ dreams. Their father, Rangaswamy, a retired district judge, had a lifelong passion for flowers, which he expressed through the names he chose for his daughters—Ranjitham, the one who blooms with elegance, and Mallika, the delicate jasmine. Their mother, Pankajam, an educated woman with a progressive outlook, had always encouraged her daughters to pursue their passions. Now, at 36, Ranjitham was a leading physician in Bengaluru, dedicated to her career and the science she loved. Mallika, on the other hand, had married young at 19 and built a life in the United States with her husband, Prasanna, a software engineer, and their son, Varun, who was navigating the challenges of tenth grade. One day, Ranjitham received an urgent call from her parents, asking her to visit them in Denver. Curious and a bit anxious, she booked her ticket and prepared for the long journey ahead. As she settled into her business class seat, Ranjitham noticed an elegant woman sitting next to her. “Hello, I’m Radhika. Going to Denver?” she smiled warmly. “Same here,” Ranjitham replied, intrigued by her companion. The flight was long, spanning nine hours, and they chatted intermittently. When they landed in London for a layover, Radhika appeared uncomfortable, her face betraying signs of distress. Ranjitham’s instincts kicked in. “Are you alright?” she asked, checking Radhika’s pulse and observing her symptoms. “It’s just a bit of vertigo,” Radhika admitted. Without hesitation, Ranjitham offered her a tablet, and within moments, Radhika closed her eyes, drifting into a peaceful sleep. Hours later, they arrived in Denver, refreshed and ready to face the new adventure. Once they cleared immigration and collected their luggage, Ranjitham spotted her sister and brother-in-law waiting eagerly. Mallika hugged Radhika affectionately, and as Ranjitham approached, she learned that Radhika was Mallika’s mother-in-law, marking the beginning of an unexpected family connection. As they drove through the vibrant streets of Denver, Mallika turned to Ranjitham with a smile. “Mummy and Daddy have a surprise for you,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What kind of surprise?” Ranjitham asked, curiosity piqued. “Radhika’s son will be coming back to India soon. You’re going to be his future wife!” Mallika exclaimed. Ranjitham’s heart raced. As she turned to look at Radhika, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Radhika grinned, her eyes filled with warmth. “He’s a wonderful young man, and I think you’ll be very happy together.” To Ranjitham’s delight, she soon learned that Radhika’s son was none other than Pramod , her college mate and a dear friend. The prospect of rekindling a connection that had always been special filled her with joy. As they continued their journey, the backdrop of the Rocky Mountains painted a picture of hope and new beginnings. The blend of family ties and unexpected love had set the stage for Ranjitham’s life to take a turn she never saw coming, one that promised not only happiness but also the blossoming of a beautiful new chapter in her life. K.Ragavan

Small story 37.Face the Reality.

Small Story 37. Face the Reality.Ambujam brought tea to her husband Ram, who was anxiously reading the newspaper. The headlines about the ongoing crisis in the Middle East weighed heavily on his mind. “What’s wrong, Ram? You look troubled,” Ambujam asked, concern etched on her face. “Our son, Harish, is working in Israel, and with the war going on there, I can’t help but worry,” Ram admitted. “Even though safety measures are in place, I can’t shake this feeling.” “Here, take your tea,” Ambujam said gently, placing the steaming cup in front of him. “Don’t worry. Our God will take care of him.” Ram took a sip, the familiar taste comforting him. “You’ve kept this recipe perfect for decades.” Ambujam smiled. “My mother taught me this when I was in college. By the way, what’s the latest news from Harish?” Just then, Ram’s phone rang. It was Harish. “Daddy, I have news! There’s been a sudden development at work, and I’ve been transferred back to our city. I’m leaving today!” Ambujam beamed, turning to Ram. “See? I told you God would take care of him.” Ram sighed in relief. “I hope he’s here by tomorrow.” As they exchanged joyful glances, Ram’s phone rang again. This time, it was his friend Venkatesh, who had gone to the U.S. to visit his daughter. “Hey, Ram! Sorry, I couldn’t fulfill my promise about my daughter’s marriage to Harish,” Venkatesh said, his voice heavy with concern. “What happened?” Ram asked, surprised. “Charulatha was in an accident last week. A truck overturned, and she was thrown from her car. Thankfully, she survived, but she’s in critical condition. I can’t possibly give her hand to your son now.” Ambujam, overhearing the conversation, took the phone from Ram. “Venkatesh, I know you, your wife, and Charu well. Accidents happen, but think about what marriage truly means. Harish is coming back tomorrow, and he has always liked Charulatha since they were kids. Let’s not make hasty decisions based on this.” Venkatesh was taken aback by Ambujam’s words. “You’re surprisingly optimistic, Ambujam. I didn’t expect this.” “It’s all about faith and trust, Anna. Let’s keep our plans for the wedding. We can wait a little longer if needed. Harish is excited to come back,” she reassured him. Venkatesh’s heart softened. “You’re right. Thank you for your understanding. Let’s talk more when Harish arrives.” After the call, Ram looked at Ambujam, admiration shining in his eyes. “You have a way of seeing the silver lining in every cloud.” Ambujam smiled. “That’s what love and faith are all about. Together, we’ll face whatever comes our way.” K.Ragavan.

Small Story 36.Kindness is important.

Small story 36.Kindness is important. Janaki stood on the crowded platform, watching the train pull away. She had missed it, but the next one would arrive in just two minutes. Once on board, she quickly found a corner seat. As the train rumbled along, it stopped at Konanakunte station, where an elderly man boarded. He stood in front of her, a gentle smile on his face. "Would you like to sit?" Janaki offered, noticing he was struggling to keep his balance. He shook his head. "No, no, it’s alright. I’ll manage." When the train lurched again at Yelachenahalli, a wave of new passengers squeezed in, causing the man to sway slightly. Janaki offered her seat once more, but he kindly insisted, "Please, sit. It’s better for you. More people will push." Janaki admired his politeness and felt a warmth toward him. They chatted briefly, and she learned that he was a local resident. As they reached Jayanagar, Janaki got up to leave, and to her surprise, the elderly man followed her off the train. In the lift, she turned to him. “Do you live nearby?” “Yes, just a short walk from here,” he replied. When they stepped out, a car was waiting. “Where to, sir?” the driver asked. “It’s alright; I’ll walk,” he said, waving off the offer. “Thank you! Have a nice day!” Janaki smiled, watching him head down the street. Later that evening at work, Janaki's boss announced a special guest: a VIP would be visiting their magazine office. As she prepared for the meeting, she felt a flutter of nerves, curious about who it might be. At exactly 4:30, the door opened, and in walked Mr. Ram, a renowned Kannada film director. Janaki’s heart raced—he was the same elderly man from the train! “Welcome to our magazine, Mr. Ram,” she said, trying to keep her composure. He smiled warmly, “It’s nice to meet you again, Janaki. I remember your kindness on the train.” She was taken aback. “I didn’t realize it was you! I’m so sorry for not recognizing you.” He chuckled, “No need for apologies. You offered me your seat twice, and that speaks volumes about your character. Humility is important, whether in the spotlight or not.” Janaki felt a surge of joy at his words, realizing how special this encounter had been. “Thank you, sir. Your work has inspired me for years.” Mr. Ram smiled, “ you are my favourite columnist and i too not recoganized you, Let’s always remember the importance of kindness.” As the meeting went on, Janaki couldn’t help but feel grateful for their unexpected encounter. In the bustling city, two strangers had crossed paths and learned that true respect and humility transcend fame and fortune K.Ragavan.

Small Story 35.Mystery Cleared.

Small Story 35.Mystery Cleared. As the train pulled away from the station, Harley and Stanley settled into their seats, exchanging pleasantries. They were en route to Dev, a picturesque resort town near Bengaluru, known for its stunning landscapes and exquisite dining—thanks to the meticulous owner, Rana Dev, who had transformed the area into a hotspot for tourists and celebrities alike. As the scenery zipped past, their conversation turned serious. “It’s sad about Sam,” Harley said, glancing at Stanley. “I can’t believe you took him to that notorious gang.” Stanley shrugged. “I had to do it for the plot. It’s fiction, after all.” “Your intention isn’t correct,” Harley replied, shaking his head. “You dragged Monica into this too. What were you thinking?” Stanley frowned. “She was part of the story! You know how it goes.” Harley leaned closer. “But killing her off just for a treasure? That’s extreme.” Suddenly, a voice interrupted them. “Gentlemen, you’re both under arrest.” Startled, they turned to find a Special Police Officer, Shankar, standing next to them. “What do you mean we’re under arrest?” Harley asked, bewildered. Shankar crossed his arms, a stern look on his face. “You’ve been discussing crimes openly in public. What proof do you need more than your own admissions?” Stanley’s eyes widened. “You misunderstand! We’re not criminals; we’re mystery writers!” Shankar blinked, taken aback. “Writers? You’re Harley and Stanley? The famous mystery authors?” “Yes!” Harley replied, relief flooding his face. “We were just brainstorming for our next book. It’s all fiction!” Shankar’s expression softened, and a smile broke through. “I’ve wanted to meet you two for years! Your stories keep me on the edge of my seat.” The tension melted away as the three men began to chat animatedly about plot twists, characters, and suspenseful endings. As the train rolled through the lush countryside, their shared passion for storytelling transformed the ride into a vibrant brainstorming session. By the time they reached Dev, what had begun as an awkward misunderstanding had blossomed into a collaboration filled with excitement and inspiration. The journey had led them not only to a beautiful destination but also to the beginning of a thrilling new story that they would craft together. K.Ragavan.

Small Story 34.Old help Helped.

Small story 34.Old Help Helped. Ramaswamy took the Triplicane bus to see his old friend Sridhar. The bus was mostly empty, as it was after office hours. He had just retired last week from a private firm, and with only a month left until his daughter Swathy’s marriage to an IT professional in Dubai, his heart was filled with mixed emotions. As he got down at his stop, the conductor called out, “Sir, your stop!” Ramaswamy walked to Sridhar’s apartment, where his friend had settled after retiring from the bank. The two had shared many memories over the years, and as Ramaswamy approached, Sridhar leaped with joy. “How are you, buddy?” he exclaimed. “I’m fine,” Ramaswamy replied, but Sridhar noticed a cloud over him. “You’re not in your usual mood. What’s wrong?” Ramaswamy took a deep breath. “My daughter’s marriage is fixed, but I need 10 lakhs for the arrangements. My settlement will arrive in 21 days, and I can return the amount in 25 days. Since you know me well, I thought of coming to you.” Sridhar’s face fell. “Oh, my God! I’ve just paid off the balance for my apartment and I can’t help right now.” Disappointment washed over Ramaswamy. “I understand. Thank you anyway.” He turned down Sridhar’s offer for coffee and left. The bus ride home felt heavier than usual. When he arrived, his wife Janaki and daughter Swathy were shocked to hear the news. Days passed, and Ramaswamy struggled to find a solution. Then, one evening at 5 PM, an Ola taxi stopped in front of their house. It was Sridevi, Sridhar’s wife. “Namaskaram,” she greeted Ramaswamy and Janaki warmly. “I couldn’t come out the other day. After you left, I learned about your situation, and I felt compelled to help. I called my son Karthik in the Netherlands, explained everything, and he transferred 10 lakhs to my account today. Here’s the cheque. You can celebrate Swathy’s marriage in grand style.” Ramaswamy’s eyes filled with tears as he accepted the cheque. “This is a great help I will never forget.” Sridevi smiled gently. “Anna, you’ve helped Karthik before with his airfare for that interview in the Netherlands. He always speaks of your kindness. This is just a way to pay it forward.” Ramaswamy was taken aback, recalling the past generosity he never thought to mention. He was grateful for the bond they shared, one that had come full circle. Swathy’s marriage went off beautifully, a testament to friendship, kindness, and the unbreakable ties of the past. K.Ragavan.

Small Story 33. SriAndal Nachiyar Wish.

Small Story 33.Sri Andal Nachiyar wish.. Vaidehi called her friend Ambujam, but there was no reply. A few minutes later, Ambujam returned the call. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Ambujam, you didn’t tell me about your recent achievement!" Vaidehi exclaimed. "What achievement?" Ambujam asked, puzzled. "You released your individual story recording of Sri Andal Kalyanam for the competition and won the prize!" Vaidehi said excitedly. "My God!" Ambujam gasped. "I had no idea! I just submitted it. They must have announced the results today." "I’m so proud of your dedication," Vaidehi replied. "You attended so many discourses and really put your heart into it. Winning the prize is amazing!" "Thank you," Ambujam said humbly. "I just tried to present it in a way that resonates with those who believe in surrendering at the lotus feet of God to attain Moksham. My dad’s blessings and all my friends’ well wishes helped me." Ambujam's tone was modest, not filled with pride. "My dad always shares stories about Sri Andal Nachiar, and that inspired me to participate." Vaidehi was taken aback by her friend’s humility. "What are you going to do with the prize money?" Ambujam smiled softly. "I’m going to donate the five lakhs to the newly started educational college in Srivilliputtur." K.Ragavan.