Chapter 5
[Regular Meet-Up with a Stranger Woman]
Hey, I’m Abi. This incident happened during my school days.
Once upon a time, when I was in 12th grade, I used to travel between home and school by government bus every day. The journey usually took at least an hour.
During these rides, many different kinds of people would board and exit the bus. Not every passenger left a mark on my memory—most were just strangers. But one woman remained in my thoughts even after all these years.
One day, I was standing in a very crowded bus, feeling frustrated. I had one hand holding tightly to the railing when I felt another hand gently pull at me. I turned and saw a stranger woman. She kindly said, “Please, sit here.” She had made space for me.
As I sat down, she began speaking to me casually, asking simple questions:
1. What is your name?
2. What are you doing?
3. Are you doing well in your studies?
I answered politely. Then, something about her caught my eye—she was reading the Bible. At first, I found it a little strange, but also fascinating. There was something peaceful about her, something pure—like she was full of Christ’s love. It felt like she was silently guiding others onto the right path.
Every day after that, I noticed her reading the Bible again, page by page. I began to look forward to seeing what she was reading. Her dedication inspired me. I started reading books during the bus ride too—beginning with the Mahabharata in Tamil. Even though we were reading different books, we were both absorbed in our own pages, side by side on the same journey.
Sometimes, just one person can plant a powerful, positive thought in your heart—without even saying much.
Blink in the world!
Link in the message!
Temptation works on.
God is faith. And sometimes, that faith begins as a quiet inspiration—like the spark to read a book.
Chapter 6
[Rickety Paths Travelled by Three Girls]
Hey, I’m Luna, and this incident happened while I was traveling by bus.
Once upon a time, I was riding in a mini-bus. As usual, there were all kinds of people on board. The road was very rickety and uneven, but passengers casually sat or stood as the bus rocked along. I had a window seat and was enjoying the view when I noticed three school girls sitting behind me. They looked like they were in 12th grade.
I began watching them—they were teasing and joking with the bus conductor, making fun of him because he kept glancing at them. Their laughter and playful attitude filled the back of the bus.
After a while, things took a turn. The bus suddenly braked hard. One of the girls lost balance and fell inside the aisle. Another girl burst out laughing, and their giggles continued—even as the bus had apparently hit a bike, causing an accident.
There was a man in the front who got injured, blood bleeding from his wounds. But the girls didn’t stop laughing. They seemed completely disconnected from the seriousness of the situation. People around them were shocked, even disgusted, by their lack of empathy. Some passengers whispered, “What’s wrong with them? Have they gone mad?”
At that moment, I had mixed feelings.
Yes, their behavior was inappropriate—but were they just lost in their own mood? Were they too young to understand the weight of the moment?
I asked myself: If I had fallen, and I laughed—would that make me a bad person? Maybe they weren’t heartless, just unaware.
We often expect people to react in a certain way during serious events. But everyone handles emotions differently. Still, it felt wrong that no one helped the injured man. People just sat and watched.
My thought:
Sometimes, all we can do is care—even if others don’t. Not everyone will offer money or take someone to the hospital. But maybe you can. Even if it’s just a small act of kindness.
Chapter 7
( Blessing person)
"I traveled to many places and met different people.
First of all, I met a person who seemed strange because of their unusual behavior. They were polite and well-mannered when we talked, but many others avoided them simply because they were part of the LGBT community. Sadly, some people find it acceptable to abuse others just because of their identity."
Two Perspectives on Transgender People
1. Kind-hearted Individuals
Some transgender people show great kindness and good manners. They often care deeply for children and act as guardians in their communities. Many are busy working hard in their jobs and fighting for the freedom to live authentically. Despite painful memories from childhood, they remain strong and inspiring. These individuals motivate others to start each new day with hope.
2. Struggles and Misunderstandings
There are others who may face deep hardships, which sometimes lead them to beg on the streets or act out in frustration. Society often misunderstands them, labeling them unfairly. Some people view them negatively due to their actions, but it’s important to recognize that these behaviors often come from a place of pain, rejection, or lack of opportunity.
Reflection
Transgender individuals go through immense struggles that many people cannot imagine. Yet they carry a unique strength and grace. They are part of God's diverse creation—each with a story, a purpose, and a blessing to offer. Among them are some of the kindest and most resilient souls.
Un written sky in the birth of slyven,
A god-given, sacred gift presented.
Celestial self ignites a celestial flame
Phoenix reborn is society's golden firmament
Some, in fear,tease the love braid
Tyrants taint with guileless hands-
Yet purity remains, untouched,unshaken
We fight for a new world,
A dawn painted in rainbow light
Velvet dawn! The phoenix soars,fierce and free
We are all equal! We are all equal in gender!
Chapter 8
[Restless my heart]
I was write about so much pain package from my heart and soulful thanks. Never ever give up upside down your faith .This letter dedicated to you.
Subject: Restlessness of My Heart
Dear My Heart,
I am velvet paper, torn by the strokes of certain people. They have taken advantage of my kind character. I did not know the oath of shadowed paths, and now my eyes are closed from within my heart.
The people I trusted—my eyes were closed to their truths—shadows taught me faith, and now my heart is stuck in deep internal emotions. My heart is damaged. I feel discouraged by the presence of such people, but I still don’t know my fault. Who is to blame? I have not spoken a word.
If there is venom invelvet, perhaps it is because I accepted the blame and betrayal. All of it—my pain, my silence—is my own burden, the beginning of a caged life.
But still, my heart whispers that one day, all the answers will rise.
Thanking you, Yours faithfully,
Velvet Paper.
Chapter :9
(The Little Girl Connected to the Neem Tree)
In Hindu mythology, the neem tree is believed to be a divine representation of Mata Parvati.
Hi, I’m Priya. This incident happened at an orphanage where a little girl prayed daily in front of a neem tree.
One day, I visited the orphanage. Many children lived there—some were happy playing together, while others seemed quiet and sad.
I noticed one girl in particular. She was always alone and spoke only to the neem tree. She didn’t interact with the other children and kept her distance. Despite her silence and sadness, the only joy she seemed to find was in that tree.
I stayed for a 3 days at the orphanage. Around 50 staff members worked there, and nearly 500 children lived in the home.
First Day:
I spent the first day moving around casually. I noticed that same little girl going straight to the neem tree and talking to it. I was stunned—it felt strange to see. But I moved on, pretending not to notice too much.
Second Day:
The children woke up in a cheerful mood. I spoke to many of them and handed out lots of gifts. Then I tried visiting the little girl again. As always, she was talking to the neem tree. I spoke to her, but she ignored me and quietly went back to her room.
Third Day:
That day, I decided to visit her room with a happy mindset. I tried talking to her again, but she still didn’t respond. So I had an idea—what if I became like the neem tree?
And then, something magical happened. The neem tree talked to me. I was shocked. How was this even possible?
Neem Tree: I am the neem tree. Are you trying to talk to her?
Me: How did you know that?
Neem Tree: I always knew. She told me everything. I must tell you something—she is my child.
Me: She is your child? What happened to you?
Neem Tree:
I was a 23-year-old young woman working at this orphanage. Once upon a time, this child arrived here, and from the very first moment, she brought me immense joy. I protected her with all my heart. I raised her for several years—watched her learn to walk, run, and express her first words.
Then one night, a dreadful storm struck the orphanage at midnight.
A few gangsters broke into the orphanage—they were part of a dangerous drug mafia group.
Everyone was terrified. These men carried many guns. Some staff members were shot, and the children were scared. Thankfully, the orphanage had a secret room. I quickly helped the children, my daughter, and a few staff members escape into it.
I stayed back to handle the situation and called the police. But the police were delayed in arriving.
So, I fought against the mafia group on my own. Eventually, one of them shot me.
After I died, a neem tree was planted in this very place as my memorial.
Me: Amma, I really miss you. Why did you have to leave, Amma?
Neem Tree: My child, don't cry. I am always here for you, Priya.
Me: Amma, I worked hard and finally became a lawyer. Your case has been won.
This orphanage has been rebuilt, and now many children are living in peace, Amma.
All of this is for you—to protect these children, just like you did.
At the end of the story, a new little girl arrived at the orphanage home.
Priya gently took her into her arms, her heart full of love and purpose. She looked toward the neem tree, its leaves swaying softly in the wind, as if whispering a blessing.
Now, just as Amma once protected her, Priya began caring for this child—with the same warmth, strength, and silent promise.
A circle had closed, and a new one had begun.
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