Small Story 321.

Small Story 321 Frankly Franklin At their usual evening meeting spot, Franklin noticed that Athma wasn’t in his usual mood. “Hey, what’s the problem? You don’t seem like yourself today,” Franklin asked with concern. Both were close friends, retired from the same private company, and now settled in Coimbatore. Athma sighed and shook his head. “Nothing... It’s just that people think I retired with a huge amount of money and keep asking me for short-term help. I honestly can’t afford to help them.” Franklin smiled gently. “Ah, you're worrying too much. We shouldn’t pretend or live under false prestige.” He continued, “You know, I enjoy interacting with people on social media. And there, I’ve written the truth about myself in my profile. Want to hear it?” Athma nodded. Franklin recited, “I’m Franklin, retired from a private company. I’m 73 years old, a non-pensioner. I only wish to connect with like-minded friends—those who are genuine and not out to betray or take advantage of others. If someone likes me for who I am, they’re welcome to be my friend.” Athma was delighted by the honesty and strength in those words. It made him realize that being open and genuine matters more than living up to others’ expectations. “One should be frank and honest,” he said thoughtfully. “And not worry about what people think.” Franklin nodded and smiled. “If you can help, help. If not, at least pray for them,” he whispered before they parted for the night. Athma left, feeling lighter and inspired by Franklin’s frank and open heart. K.Ragavan 29-7-25