Small Story 361.

Small Story 361: Ram’s Intuition and the Perth Revelation Every morning, after his usual walk and breakfast, Ram and his wife Vasanthy would sit down and recollect fond memories from the past. But lately, their conversations often turned somber—haunted by the absence of Sanjay, Vasanthy’s only brother. Sanjay, ever since childhood, looked up to Ram. Ram, too, guided him like an elder brother, especially after marrying into the family of Desikan and Pankajam, who were no longer alive. Sanjay had graduated five years ago and left for Australia to pursue higher studies in Sydney. After earning a distinction and completing his studies, all communication from him abruptly stopped two years ago. Despite Ram’s repeated efforts—calls to the university, inquiries with friends—no one knew Sanjay’s whereabouts. The couple felt helpless, their hearts heavy with worry and unanswered questions. One morning, a surprise visitor brought a flicker of hope. Ramya, Vasanthy’s close friend, arrived with sweets and excitement. “Hey Vasanthy!” Ramya smiled, “I’m flying to Perth tomorrow. My nephew Suresh is working there and asked me to come early this month instead of next. One of his friends had an accident and lost his memory two and a half years ago. Suresh is taking care of him and needs my help.” Just then, Suresh called to check on Ramya’s travel preparations. Ram, driven by a sudden spark of intuition, asked, “Ramya, can I speak to your nephew for a moment?” As she handed over the phone, Ram spoke to Suresh. “Hi, I’m Ram. Can you show me your friend who's recovering?” Suresh turned his camera to the man lying in bed—and Ram’s heart skipped a beat. “That’s Sanjay!” Ram cried out. Vasanthy rushed over, her eyes filling with tears of joy. “It’s him… it’s really him!” But Sanjay didn’t recognize them. The accident had left his mind clouded, his memory locked away. Still, the joy of finally finding him—safe and alive—was overwhelming. Ramya beamed with happiness, realizing that her nephew’s act of kindness had unknowingly reunited a broken family. Vasanthy, teary-eyed, turned to Ram. “Your intuition is incredible. I don’t know how, but you just knew.” Ram smiled gently. “Somewhere in my heart, I always believed we’d find him. And today, it was that very feeling that led us to him.” They began preparing to travel to Perth immediately, hopeful that Sanjay’s recovery was just a matter of time. K.Ragavan 7-9-25

Small Story 360.

Small Story 360 "New Place, Old Friend: Tension Relieved in Dubai" Bharath arrived at Dubai International Airport, filled with excitement and nervousness. He was about to begin his postgraduate studies at the Dubai campus of a leading Australian university. This was his first trip overseas, a dream realized after securing high marks and working for a year following his commerce degree. Although he had chosen the course based on recommendations from his parents and friends, the new city, unfamiliar surroundings, and the challenge of settling in weighed heavily on his mind. His friends had reassured him, saying, “If you know Malayalam and Hindi, you can manage in Dubai.” After collecting his luggage, Bharath stepped out into the warm Dubai air, unsure of his next move. Suddenly, someone called out his name. "Bharath!" He turned around, surprised to see a familiar face—Murali, his old basketball teammate from numerous tournaments. "Murali! What a surprise! What are you doing here?" "I'm joining the same Australian university. The Dubai campus," Murali replied with a grin. Bharath’s face lit up with relief. "That's where I'm going too!" Murali added, “My grandfather’s friend, Chander uncle, is picking me up and helping me find accommodation. Come with me!” Gratefully, Bharath accepted the invitation. On the way, Chander uncle asked Murali about his grandfather. It turned out they had worked together for 15 years. "It's my pleasure to help you boys," Chander said warmly. Three days later, Chander helped them find a nice apartment close to their university campus. Both friends were relieved and happy to have settled in smoothly. Bharath thanked Murali for being there when he needed someone the most. Murali smiled and said, “It’s the sport that connected us, buddy.” Bharath whispered, “Basketball... what a blessing.” Back home, Bharath's parents were relieved and happy to know that their son was in good company in a foreign land. K.Ragavan 6-9-25

Small Story 359.

Small Story 359 System Sivaraman – A Man of Routine and Heart After his routine morning walk, Sivaraman joined his group at their usual junction spot and spent about 15 minutes with them, discussing various topics. After that, he returned to his apartment, where he spent another 25 minutes walking with another group of friends. This has been Sivaraman’s routine ever since he retired at the age of 64 from the UAE. Seeing his close friends, receiving their affectionate morning wishes, and keeping up with their day-to-day updates makes him very happy. Every day, he silently prays that everyone stays happy and, if any unforeseen incidents occur, that they are overcome without much pain. This attitude of compassion and gratitude was instilled in him from his school days and through the wise advice of his late mother, Ambujam. In his circle of friends, he is fondly known as "System Sivaraman" — for his discipline in attending group meetings, taking his tablets on time, and always remembering to wish his friends on their birthdays and anniversaries without fail. Apart from praying for others, Sivaraman is always thankful to God for the small blessings and movements of day-to-day life. Many of his friends whisper to one another, “We should follow in the footsteps of System Sivaraman.” K.Ragavan 5-9-25

Small Story 358.

Small Story 358. Unexpected Happiness at the Wedding Anand was delighted to receive his friend Vasu's wedding message.He decided to attend the ceremony in Shimoga the following week, along with his wife Pallavi. Vasu and Anand had been close friends and college mates. During college, Vasu had a soft corner for Nandhini, but he couldn’t pursue the relationship further, as her parents had arranged her marriage with a relative soon after her graduation. That wedding had also taken place in Shimoga. On the day of Vasu’s wedding, Anand and Pallavi arrived at the wedding hall. To Anand’s surprise, he saw Nandhini’s parents there, smiling warmly as they greeted guests. He assumed they were attending as family friends. While having breakfast, Anand saw Nandhini walking out from the inner room. She greeted Anand and Pallavi pleasantly, which further confused him. When the wedding ceremony began, Anand and Pallavi were utterly astonished to see both Vasu and Nandhini sitting together as bride and groom on the wedding stage adorned with sandalwood decorations. After the wedding, Anand congratulated the couple and couldn’t help but ask Vasu about the unexpected twist. Vasu whispered, “I didn’t mention this earlier because I wanted to keep you in suspense. Nandhini’s husband Ramu tragically passed away in a road accident some time ago. With time, my parents spoke to hers, and eventually, they agreed to our marriage.” Anand was deeply moved. He applauded the couple for their courage and maturity. Their union was not only a moment of personal joy but also a strong message to society about second chances and open-mindedness. K.Ragavan 4-9-25

Recent Comment.

The recent comment made by Trump adviser Peter Navarro regarding Indian Brahmins enjoying the benefits of Russian olive is both unwarranted and deeply condemnable. Such remarks, which target a specific community, are not only irresponsible but also divisive. The Brahmin community has long been known for its values of respect, contentment, and commitment to knowledge and service. It is incorrect and unfair to generalize or stereotype any community for political gain. Politics should remain focused on policies, governance, and national interest—not on attacking or maligning communities based on their background, beliefs, or perceived privileges. We urge public figures to exercise restraint and uphold dignity in public discourse. Unity and mutual respect must always prevail over rhetoric that fosters division. K.Ragavan Bengaluru https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/68b79e803294a16afa68e26f via MyNt

Small Story 357

The Mysore Contented Duo 357 Ramanna was waiting near the Vontikoppal police station for his long-time friend, Shivanna. The two, both in their early seventies and retired from their teaching careers, had made it a tradition to meet every week. Shivanna arrived by bus from the Gokulam area and greeted Ramanna with a warm smile and a firm handshake—gestures that reflected their deep bond and many years of friendship. That morning, they planned to have breakfast at the newly opened Gayatri Bhavan, a restaurant located near the post office. The ambience inside the freshly inaugurated eatery was welcoming, with the aroma of fresh South Indian tiffin wafting through the air. They found a corner table in the dining area, where a polite waiter promptly came over. Based on enthusiastic recommendations from their friends, both ordered idli-vada and the restaurant’s signature set dosa, served with piping hot sambar and a variety of chutneys. After a hearty meal topped off with a strong cup of filter coffee, the duo stepped out, satisfied and smiling. Their next stop was the Ramakrishna Ashram, a place they both held dear. Since retirement, visiting the Ashram had become a weekly ritual—one that gave them a sense of calm, connection, and spiritual renewal. As they walked under the tree-lined streets toward the Ashram, Shivanna shared that his son had received a job offer in Muscat and would be relocating soon. Ramanna, in turn, mentioned that his daughter in Perth had just received a well-deserved promotion at her office. They exchanged these happy tidings with pride and gratitude, their hearts warmed not just by the news, but by the opportunity to share it with each other. Inside the serene Ashram, they sat quietly in prayer, surrounded by the gentle chants and soft murmurs of other visitors. After some time in peaceful reflection, they stood up, exchanged a knowing glance, and made their way outside. With a wave and a smile, they parted ways—until the next week’s meeting. This contented duo from Mysore was well known among their circle for their simple pleasures and serene outlook on life—qualities that reflected the timeless spirit of Mysore’s rich culture and traditions. Grateful for the little things, they were often admired for their calm, cheerful companionship and the joy they found in everyday moments. In a world often driven by haste and ambition, Ramanna and Shivanna were a gentle reminder that peace and happiness can still be found in shared memories, strong friendships, and the small rituals of life. K.Ragavan 3-9-25

Small Story 356.

Small Story 356: A Small Act, A Big Dream Fulfilled Amritha was incredibly proud of her son, Ajay, who was excelling in his studies in Catering Technology and had earned good recognition from his institute. Ajay had one clear ambition — to work in the Emirates, just like many of his friends who were now well-settled in their careers abroad. However, unlike his friends, Ajay didn’t know anyone who could recommend him for a job in the hotel industry overseas. One day, he met a friend and handed him his biodata, asking if he knew anyone in the Emirates who could help. Later, while traveling home on a bus, Ajay noticed a little girl, about 7 years old, sitting beside him. When the conductor came to check tickets, she nervously began searching her pockets, only to realize she had forgotten her wallet. Understanding the situation, Ajay gently told the conductor to issue a ticket for her destination, and he paid for it. As the girl got down at her stop, she turned back, smiled, and said thank you. She asked Ajay for his phone number and quickly scribbled it down. Days passed, and Ajay, still anxious about his career, suddenly received a phone call. “Hello, is this Ajay? I’m Sophia, Menaka’s mother. You helped my daughter in the bus the other day. I’d love to invite you to our Christmas celebration tomorrow. I’ve shared the location.” The next day at 5 PM, Ajay arrived at the address — a beautiful three-bedroom apartment in the heart of Basavangudi. Sophia, a graceful woman in her mid-40s, welcomed him warmly. She thanked him sincerely for helping her daughter and offered him the Rs. 3 for the bus ticket, which Ajay initially refused. But Sophia insisted, saying, “On principle, please accept it,” and Ajay agreed with a smile. Later, Menaka returned from her friend’s home and was delighted to see Ajay. They all shared snacks and enjoyed a delicious cake baked by Sophia. As they chatted, Sophia asked Ajay about his profession and his aspirations. She listened attentively and seemed pleased with his ambition and sincerity. A few days later, Ajay was surprised to receive an email from Sheraton Hotel, Dubai, requesting his biodata. Unsure who had sent it, he forwarded his credentials as asked. A week later, an official appointment letter and visa arrived, asking him to join in a month’s time. Still wondering who had helped him, he received a call. “Hi Ajay, this is Sophia. Hope you got the offer from Sheraton Dubai?” “Yes, ma'am! I did,” Ajay replied in amazement. “My husband Fredrick is the HR Manager there. He reviewed your profile and selected you. Congratulations!” Ajay was overwhelmed. “Thank you so much! I can’t believe my small gesture led to such a big opportunity. I'm truly grateful to you and your husband.” Sophia replied warmly, “Not at all. We believe in kindness and friendship — this was our chance to help a deserving person.” Ajay was touched. “Truly, friendship is the best ship in the world,” he said with a smile. Back home, his parents were overjoyed — their son’s ambition had been fulfilled… all because of a simple bus ticket. K.Ragavan 2-9-25