Small Story 382.

Small Story 382: The Magic Word – Bhyrappa Rama Seshan started out for his morning walk when his cute 12-year-old grandson came running up to him. “Hi Thatha! Sorry to disturb you, but I need your help. I have to give a short speech tomorrow at school for a competition.” “Oh, I see,” nodded Rama Seshan. “What’s the occasion?” “It’s the Kannada Literary Function at our school, and I’ve been selected to deliver a speech in my class tomorrow at 12 PM.” “Alright,” said Rama Seshan, smiling. “I’ll prepare something and give it to you this evening after you return from school.” “Thanks, Grandpa!” said Abhilash cheerfully. After finishing his walk and having coffee with his group of friends, Rama Seshan returned home. His better half, Janaki, brought him his favorite tiffin—Rava Upma with sugar. After a bath and his daily routine, Rama Seshan settled into his chair. He closed his eyes and began thinking about the best topic for Abhilash’s speech. A retired PWD engineer with a passion for writing, Rama Seshan was well known for contributing letters and articles to newspapers about public issues. He had a modest reputation in the journalism world. After 25 minutes of reflection and writing, his article for Abhilash was ready. He planned to give it to him in the evening. That evening, Abhilash was thrilled to see the speech prepared by his grandfather. The next day, at 12 PM, he confidently delivered it as part of a competition featuring 10 students from Class 7, across various sections. Later that evening, the results were announced—Abhilash had won first prize! The Literature Society awarded him a cash prize of ₹10 000. Overjoyed, Abhilash came home, hugged his grandfather tightly, and handed him the prize money, saying, “This is for you, Grandpa!” Rama Seshan was deeply moved and smiled with pride. Just then, Janaki came from inside, noticing the joy on both their faces. With a knowing smile, she asked, “So, what was the article about?” Rama Seshan whispered with a twinkle in his eye, “The legend of Kannada literary world—late Dr. S.L. Bhyrappa.” Janaki nodded in approval. “I know you’re a genius, especially with your presence of mind.” Abhilash chimed in, “Yes, Grandma! The magic word 'Bhyrappa' brought the prize—thanks to Grandpa!” K.Ragavan 28-9-25