The Day Maya Breathed Again

Maya had always been the calm one. 

The dependable daughter. 

The reliable coworker. 

The smiling friend.

 But lately, something had shifted. 

She felt like a volcano

— quiet on the outside, but rumbling within.

She snapped at her mother over breakfast. 

She cried in traffic. 

She stared blankly at her computer screen, the anxiety too loud to think through. 

The shame hit hard. “This isn’t me,” she whispered to herself.

 But deep down, she knew it was her—just a version no one else could see.

One evening, exhausted and numb, Maya found an old photo of herself at seven years old

— laughing, barefoot in the grass, full of life. 

That girl wasn’t anxious. She was free. Something stirred. 

“What happened to her?” she wondered. 

The answer came quietly: 

life happened. Deadlines. Expectations. Unspoken grief. Many Bottled-up emotions.

She stumbled across a podcast of DPMP the next day. “Your body,” the speaker said, “isn’t broken. It just needs safety.” Maya felt a tear slip down her cheek. For the first time, anxiety didn’t feel like a flaw. It felt like a signal.

She began simply. Triangle breathing. Four seconds in, hold, four out. She hummed softly—Bhramari style. She closed her eyes and listened to her body, not her fears. Slowly, her nervous system began to settle. She wasn’t trying to “fix” her anxiety anymore. She was befriending it.

She started small: 

Havening techniques like Affirmational Havening, where she repeated calming statements while gently stroking her arms. Event Havening, where she revisited past stressful memories with safety and care. And Transpirational Havening, where she imagined releasing old emotions like smoke rising into the sky. She added gentle yoga stretches, mindful walks, quiet pauses, and deep breathwork.

With each breath, each stroke, each whispered word, she felt more anchored.

 Her emotions didn’t scare her anymore. But she learned something powerful—they weren’t permission slips for bad behavior.

And on one quiet morning, walking through a park, she breathed deeply... and smiled. Not the mask-smile. A real one. The kind that starts from the soul.

Moral:

Your emotions are valid, but your behaviour is not. Feeling deeply is human. Acting with intention is healing. Peace begins when we stop fighting ourselves and start listening with Mindfulness.

Zipy: The Spiritual Squirrel & the STORM 🐿️

In a busy city park, there was a squirrel named Zippy. But Zippy wasn’t just any squirrel

— He was a Divine Squirrel, 

— the Yoda of squirrels, 

— A zen master of chill. 

While other squirrels ran around like they were late for a nut buffet, Zippy just sat, nibbling peacefully. 

People would stop and say, “There goes Zippy, the guru of the park.”

One day, a storm rolled in, like an uninvited guest at a party. The wind howled, rain poured, and umbrellas turned into useless flying saucers. 

People were slipping, shouting, and getting soaked, acting like the sky had just declared war on them.

Devi, caught in the storm, looked up. There, in a tree, sat Zippy, munching his nut like it was the most peaceful moment of his life. He was unbothered. 

She yelled up, “Are you serious? I’m drowning, and you’re just sitting there like it’s a spa day?”

Zippy chewed slowly and replied, “The storm is only weather. But the sky? The sky has never changed.”

Devi, wet and confused, blinked. “What does that even mean?”

Zippy smiled. “Simple. Storms come and go. But I don’t chase clouds or sunshine. My peace? It’s like the sky—unchanged, unbothered.”

Devi stared, then laughed. Suddenly, the rain didn’t seem so bad. 

Maybe the storm wasn’t the problem

—maybe her frustration was. 

She didn’t need to fight the rain. It was just water.

Moral of the Story:

The world storms. That’s its nature. 

Sometimes sunny, sometimes wild. 

But awareness—the sky behind the weather—is always clear. Like Zippy, we don’t need to escape the chaos. We just need to stop identifying with it. Don’t grasp the clouds. Rest as the sky.

🌧️ “The storm is theirs. You are your space.”

The Storm of "Oops, We Did It Again!"

Once upon a time, in two neighbouring villages.......

1)  Eco-Town and  

2) Techville. 

Eco-Town was a place where people lived as if they had just stepped out of a Pinterest-inspired natural place. 

They recycled everything—seriously,

 even their thoughts. They lived in homes made of biodegradable, ethically sourced, and gluten-free FOOD & WOOD.

 Their motto? 

“Respect nature and it will respect us!”

On the other side of the mountain, Techville had a different approach. The villagers there treated nature like the ultimate sidekick. They didn't trust it to get the job done, so they invented everything to do it instead. 

Smart trees? Check.

 Robots that could plant flowers for you? Check. 

A self-aware fridge that emailed you when you forgot your groceries? Oh, absolutely. 

They believed that they were saving the Earth, one app at a time.

Enter the Great Storm

One day, Nature, clearly tired of being treated like an app, decided to send a storm—the storm. And when I say storm, I mean a storm so dramatic that even Great Saints would shout, 

“That’s a bit too much, don’t you think?”

In Eco-Town, the storm wasn't too bad. The trees, though annoyingly hipster, stood tall and unbothered, providing shelter. The village was mostly safe, except for a few solar panels that got a little too enthusiastic about catching the storm's vibe. But the villagers shrugged, laughed, and started singing together " chicha hyderabadi song " while waiting for their Wi-Fi to reconnect.

Meanwhile, over in Techville? Oh boy. 

The storm hit like a pop-up ad that you just couldn’t click away from or get rid of. Their smart houses tried to protect them, but the smart houses were smart enough to know they weren’t built to handle a real storms. The robots that were supposed to plant flowers? They got stuck in the mud and started arguing about whether roses or tulips were the real surviving flowers of the future.

The Big Realization

After the storm passed, the villagers of Eco-Town got together to plant more trees and enjoy a cup of HOT coffee made from beans that were ethically sourced by hand (because nothing says "sustainable" like doing it manually). They looked over at Techville, which now looked like a post-GREAT disaster version of a tech store.

Techville’s king, holding a broken tablet that had clearly been through a lot, walked over to Eco-Town. He sighed. 

“We thought the storm was nature’s fault... like some sort of divine retribution. We were wrong. It wasn’t the storm—it was us.”

One of Eco-Town’s villagers, hugging a tree like it was her long-lost best friend, smiled. 

" You know, we’ve been saying this for years! That storm wasn’t nature’s fault—it was our fault. We made bad choices & didn’t pay attention. It’s like buying a fancy sandwich and then throwing away the tasty part. That doesn’t make sense, right? "

The Moral

Both villages realised the truth. It wasn’t the storm that caused the problems

—it was their choices. 

Whether it was Eco-Town trying to solve everything with organic Wi-Fi or Techville believing they could tech their way out of a hurricane, the issue was clear: 

The world’s most urgent problems are not caused by nature or divine will, but by human actions.

We can’t blame the storm, the weather, or anything else. 

It’s up to us to stop being part of the problem and start being part of the solution.

The Takeaway

So, next time you point fingers at the Earth for the mess we’ve made, just remember: 

Nature’s not out there causing drama. 

We are. If we want a better world, we need to make better choices. 

No apps, no drones, no tech upgrades—just plain responsibility. 

The Earth doesn’t need us to “save” it. It needs us to stop messing it up.

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Moral 

The world's biggest problems

— climate change, 

— pollution, 

— inequality

are not caused by nature or divine will. 

They are human-made, and only humans can fix them.

 So stop blaming the storm and start making better choices. 🌍

" LOST IS A GOOD PLACE TO START "

Chaos is Order in Disguise

 

🌀 “Dance of the Fireflies” 🌌

In the velvet darkness of a sprawling forest, beneath the gentle shimmer of countless stars, young Ravi paced anxiously. The day's worries tugged at his heart like tangled threads, making his dreams feel elusive, messy, and overwhelmingly chaotic.

“Grandfather,” Ravi sighed, frustration tinging his voice,

 “why does life have to be so complicated, so... unpredictable?”

Grandfather smiled knowingly, his eyes twinkling softly with wisdom. "Come," he whispered reassuringly, extending a weathered hand. 

"Let me show you something magical."

Guided by moonlight, Ravi and his grandfather approached a quiet clearing. Ravi's eyes widened in awe—a spectacle unfolded before them, as hundreds of fireflies danced, twirling and flickering with seeming randomness, lighting the night sky like tiny wandering stars.

“It looks chaotic, doesn’t it?” Grandfather murmured softly, sensing Ravi’s awe mixed with confusion.

“Yes,” Ravi breathed out, captivated yet perplexed. "How do they know where they're going?"

“Close your eyes for a moment, Ravi," - Grandfather advised gently. 

"Breathe slowly. Then step back, open your eyes, and watch again."

Ravi took a deep breath, stepping back quietly, letting his vision soften as he gazed from a distance. Gradually, something miraculous happened. 

The fireflies' movements became rhythmic, synchronised pulses of gentle light

—waves of harmony rippling across the place.

“It’s…beautiful,” Ravi whispered, awestruck.

“Indeed," Grandfather replied softly, placing a reassuring hand on Ravi's shoulder.

 "Life, my dear child, often feels exactly like these fireflies. Up close, it's confusing and overwhelming, full of seemingly unrelated struggles and chaos. But step back, change your viewpoint, and you discover hidden patterns and beauty unfolding all along."

Ravi stood silently, eyes glistening with newfound understanding. 

In that moment, his challenges felt lighter, part of a greater dance

— complex yet purposeful, 

— chaotic yet undeniably beautiful.

As they walked back under the gentle glow of stars, Ravi knew now that life wasn’t random chaos—it was, indeed, the intricate dance of fireflies, patiently waiting for him to discover its rhythm.

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✨ Moral of the Story:

"When life feels overwhelming, take a step back. Chaos is often just a dance of hidden patterns waiting patiently for your perspective to change."

Remember, your life is not chaos—it's a luminous ballet of fireflies, each moment perfectly choreographed beneath your star-filled sky. 🌟

🐔😂 Emma the Fancy Chicken

Once upon a time, there was a young chicken named Emma.

Emma lived on a small, quiet farm. She had a warm coop, lots of corn to eat, and a kind rooster named Charlie who thought she was egg-stra special.

But Emma? she wasn’t happy. She was bored out of her own beak.

“I’m bored!” she said. “I want parties! I want glitter! I want shiny shoes for all my toes!”

So… she started shopping.

She bought a big, fancy hat made of hay.
She bought sparkly shoes from the duck shop.
She even installed a bubble bath shaped like a giant egg. 🛁🥚

One day, she met a cool rooster named Rudy- a rooster with slick feathers and cooler-than any cooler

" Girl, you’re way too Beautiful,”  Rudy said.
“Come with me! We’ll dance and eat cakes at world corners !”

Emma was excited!
She left the farm and followed Rudy.
They went to fancy parties and bought shiny things with her money.

But then—uh-oh! The bills came.
Rudy ran away. Vanished like stains vanished after washing with Tide/Rin soap 💨
Emma had no money, no cake, and no more glitter or hope

She felt sad and went back to the farm.

Charlie was there, waiting with a warm bowl of corn soup.

“I missed you,” he said.
“Even if you spent all our money on sparkle glue.”

Emma sat down.

“I thought fun meant parties and shopping,” she said.
“But maybe fun is feeling loved. And warm. And not broke.”

Charlie smiled.
They planted a garden, ate simple food, and laughed together.

Emma still liked sparkles…
But now she loved the life she had.

🌟 Moral of the story:

• Wanting more is okay, but don’t forget the good things you already have.
•  Buying lots of stuff doesn’t always make you happy. 
•  Real people don’t leave when time gets tough. 
•  You don’t need shiny shoes to be special—you already are! 
•  Home is not boring when it’s full of love (and maybe a bubble bath now and then).

🦸‍♂️ Mr. Beyy: Born to Speak, Humbled to Listen

HERO BEYY : 

A story of big voices, bigger egos, & the power of silence.

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Beyy wasn’t just a talker.

He was a walking, breathing, 

decibel-breaking TED Talk in sneakers.

He believed he was born to speak, possibly descended from the ancient gods of Thunder Sounds

Conversations?

He didn’t join them—he hosted them.

Meetings? 

He turned them into one-man motivational marathons.

In high school, he gave a graduation speech.

He wasn’t graduating.

He just grabbed the mic during intermission.

He once described himself as:

"An extrovert so powerful, introverts schedule therapy just thinking about me."

Then came Maya—a woman of mystery and monk-level quiet.

She didn’t speak unless words were applied for a visa and waited three business days.

Beyy was intrigued.

Surely, she hadn’t heard of him... or else she'd be applauding him nonstop, right?

So he tried:

• Quoting Rumi (but pronounced it "Ramen"),

• Talking about "emotional bandwidth" (he thought it was a podcast),

• And sipping coffee like it was a performance art piece.

But Maya?
Just smiled. Nodded. Occasionally blinked.

And that's when it hit him.

People leaned in when Maya whispered, and tuned out when he shouted.

Silence wasn’t awkward. It was powerful.

So in the next team meeting, Beyy did the unthinkable: He shut up.

The silence was so unfamiliar that the room briefly checked for a power outage.

Then, someone else shared a brilliant idea.
The team clapped. Maya too Smiled with Beyy.

And Beyy?

He didn’t just feel heard— He felt... present.

🧠💡 MORAL OF THE STORY:

• Extroverts can be heroes, but even heroes need quiet to grow.

• True communication is not measured by Quantity, but by attunement.– Beyy learned that empathy and psychological presence often speak louder than words.

• Assertiveness thrives best when balanced with active listening.– Excessive self-expression without receptivity can hinder emotional connection and collaborative growth.

• Extroversion is a strength—but untempered, it can overshadow the emotional realities of others.– Even socially gifted individuals benefit from cultivating mindful restraint and reflective space.

• Silence isn't absence—it's a space for meaning to emerge.– Maya’s calm demeanor modeled the power of containment—a therapeutic skill where silence can invite depth.

• Leadership is a relational act. It begins with hearing, not declaring.– Psychological leadership involves co-regulation, not domination; Beyy’s growth mirrored that shift.

• Sometimes, self-awareness begins when self-performance stops.– Beyy’s turning point wasn’t in his best speech—it was in his first real pause.

Enlightenment of Ramesh Esq. (Esq. = Endlessly Scrolling Questions)

Ramesh had FOMO so strong, his phone had a six-pack from the stress.

*FOMO* means Fear Of Missing Out 

— FOMO is the feeling that others are enjoying something and you’re not part of it.

It happens when:

  You see fun posts on social media.

  You feel left out or behind.

  You feel sad or anxious.

  You keep checking who viewed your status or feel bad if someone didn’t

Every weekend? Overbooked like an overachieving octopus.

• 🎉 Friday: Party at Neha’s.

• 🥑 Saturday: Brunch with people he didn’t like.

• 🧘 Saturday PM: Yoga (he thought “savasana” meant “Snapchat break”).

• 📹 Sunday: Family Zoom — where Aunties grilled him harder than a paneer tikka.

Then disaster struck: 

his phone died. And his charger? 

It was last seen in a cousin’s glove box on the way to Bhutan.

🧠 Cue: Full-blown existential meltdown.

No memes. No pings.

No "bro, you coming?"

But then he saw his neighbor, Miss. JOMO [ joy of missing out ]
sitting on her balcony like a Zen goddess who accidentally joined a tea cult. ☕🧘‍♀️

She wore mismatched socks that looked like they’d fought in different laundromats,
her phone was on airplane mode — on purpose (the audacity!),
and she was sipping chai like it held the secrets of the universe 

FOMO RAMESH stared, confused...

“ Is she… okay? 

Is she Normal ? "

FOMO is ignorant about JOMO's world and 

JOMO is unfamiliar with FOMO's world 

Slowly In the stillness, he noticed…

✨The breeze.

✨His breath.

✨And his fridge, humming what could only be described as 

"Coldplay for dairy."

He made chai. Sat down like JOMO
And for the first time in forever…

He did nothing & he felt everything.

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💬  Deep Moral:

Sometimes the best party is your own brain, unplugged. Because peace isn’t found in your inbox

 —It’s in your exhale.

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🧠 What Psychology says ?

In a world wired for distraction, Ramesh’s panic revealed the truth:

✨ Emotional overload mimics anxiety.
✨ Stillness reveals clarity.
✨ JOMO = self-care + sanity.

“Almost everything works again if you unplug it for a few minutes…........................

including you.” – Said Anne Lamott

So if your nervous system is fried…

Power down.
Breathe deep.
And maybe…
Listen to your cool part of fridge. 🧊🎶

Beneath the Streetlight

Every evening, as the world slowed down, a young girl named Rani sat under a flickering streetlight, books spread open on a wooden crate.

A few feet away, her father sold vegetables from a handcart.

He couldn't help her with her schoolwork. 

He couldn't even read.
But every night, he saved the brightest spot for her.

He stood guard —rain-soaked, sleep-deprived, " never - COMPLAINING "

“Just study,” he’d whisper, hands rough from lifting crates. “I’ll handle the rest.”

One night, she asked, “Papa, do you have any dreams for the future ?”

He smiled, eyes tired but kind.

“I do,” he said. “But these days, I see my dreams in you.”

Years later, Rani stood on a national stage—UPSC AIR 1.

Flashbulbs erupted. The crowd cheered.
But she scanned the sea of faces for just one.

There he was—still in a faded kurta, eyes glistening, hands trembling.

He had never chased a dream for himself.
He gave it to her instead.

Moral Learnings:

• Support doesn’t need wealth—just unwavering belief.

• One person’s sacrifice can ignite another’s future.

• Love shows up, even when it's tired, uneducated, or poor.

• You don’t rise alone—you carry your roots with you.

• Success begins with being seen, not just taught.

The Day I Tried to Be Productive & My Plants 🧃 Filed a Complaint

Once upon a Tuesday, I woke up and said the most dangerous words known to mankind:

“Today, I will be productive.”

Within five minutes, my brain opened 23 tabs — none of them useful.

I had one goal: finish my to-do list.

Instead, I alphabetized my spice rack, 

researched “Can plants feel shame?” and 

cried over a missing Pen that wasn’t even mine.

To make it worse, I lit a scented candle called “Motivation Mist.”
It smelled like burnt hope and citrus disappointment.

Then, just as I was about to start…

I sneezed [ Bad Omen to Start ] so hard my Wi-Fi disconnected.

That’s when I knew:
The universe wasn’t rejecting me — it was filing for boundaries.

Even my plants were drooping in judgment.
One leaned over and whispered :

“Maybe productivity isn’t your love language.”

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🌪️ SURPRISE TWIST

Just as I was giving up and preparing my “I Tried” speech for my mirror…
My cat stepped on my laptop, clicked “Send,” and submitted my work to the client.

I got a thank-you bonus and a message:

“This was your best work yet!”

Moral?
Never underestimate the power of panicked plants and unplanned paws.

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💡 MORALS 

Sometimes, the pressure to be productive activates performance anxiety, mental fragmentation, & avoidant behavior disguised as busyness.

Productivity isn’t about effort overload — it’s about attentional regulation and self-compassionate pacing. 

In short: your brain is not a machine.

 It’s a biological system that needs clarity, boundaries, and sometimes… a cat.

☕ Trying toooooo hard can break your brain before it breaks records.

 Some days, your houseplants are more grounded than you are — listen to them.

Executive dysfunction isn’t laziness — it’s a signal of cognitive overload or emotional fatigue.

Productivity without presence often results in burnout masked as busywork.

🧠 Focus is a superpower… but chaos has Superman Wings too.

Sometimes, accidental success reminds us that we don’t need to micromanage every moment to create value.

🐾 When in doubt, let the cat handle it. They’ve been running the universe since Egypt.

Inner Peace & Malfunctioning Bread in BLACK

Once there was a man named MamaKey Pa.

He wanted peace in his heart... but his brain?

It felt like a monkey on ten cups of coffee — jumping from “What if” to “Why did I say that in 2012?” faster than lightning.

He tried everything:

• He sat like a statue and called it meditation... but just snored.

• He drank calming tea... then raced to the bathroom like a superhero late for battle.

• He yelled happy thoughts into the mirror… until the mirror cracked. (It couldn’t take the pressure.)

His mind was a noisy kitchen — pans clanging, thoughts boiling, and a thousand alarms going off.

All he wanted… was quiet toast and quiet thoughts.

Then came The Thursday.

He put bread in his old toaster — the one that looked like it had seen the Great Depression.
And suddenly…

💥 BOOM!

The toaster exploded.
Sparks flew out like it was celebrating New Year’s in panic mode.
The toast shot into the air like it got a job in NASA.
Smoke danced in the kitchen like a confused ghost.

MamaKey Pa looked around and said softly,

“Even my toaster is stressed out…”

And right there, among the crumbs and smoke, something clicked.

Maybe peace wasn’t something he had to chase.
Maybe peace was what’s left over…
…when you stop holding on to every mistake, every “should’ve,” every burnt piece of toast.

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🔄 MamaKey Pa Changed That Day:

1. He deleted emails that called him “Dear Important Wallet-Holder.”

2. He forgave himself — even for dancing at his cousin’s wedding like a broken blender.

3. He stopped fighting his neighbor’s 5 a.m. sitar music and called it “free spiritual training.”

4. He threw away his stressful to-do list and made a new one:
   👉 “Just try not to lose it today.”

5. He laughed at his past like it was a silly cartoon.

6. He looked in the mirror and smiled — like he meant it.

7. He bought a new toaster. A shiny one.
   He named it Zenith. Because even bread deserves a fresh start.

And guess what?

The world didn’t change. But he did.
The noise in his head got softer.
His plants stopped pretending to die.
People said, “You look... peaceful.”

A friend asked, “What happened to you?”
MamaKey Pa smiled like a man who'd finally exhaled after holding his breath for years.

“My toaster exploded,” he said.
“And so did my stress. I just didn’t pick it back up.”

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💡 MORALS (Sweet as Jam, Sharp as Butter Knife):

🥖 You don’t have to be perfect to feel peaceful — just real.
🧠 Let go of old anger, future fear, and overcooked worries.
🎵 When your inside is quiet, the outside feels like a happy song.

🤣 Mr. Bob & The Coconut: An unique Mess

A Funny, Feel-Good, Slightly Unhinged Story About Finding Yourself… or at Least Not Losing Your Mind on a Beach.

Bob wasn’t just stuck on a deserted island.
He was stuck with himself.
Which, frankly, was worse.

There were no people. 

No mirrors. 
No Wi-Fi.
Just Bob... and a coconut that talked more than his Aunt Debbie on espresso.

“Hellooo, Bob,”
said the coconut, lying on a hammock made of seaweed.

“I’m VA. Your inner voice. Also your only friend. Deal with it.”

Bob blinked.

“You’re a coconut.”

VA nodded. “You’re a guy talking to a coconut. We both have issues.”

☀️ Days of Sand and Sass

Bob tried everything to stay sane.
He meditated. He journaled. He even tried talking to the ocean—but the waves kept interrupting.

One day, after stepping on a crab (twice), burning his rice (again), and failing to invent a working espresso machine (tragic), Bob collapsed on the sand.

“I have power over NOTHING!” 

he wailed dramatically, like a soap opera star with a sunburn.

VA, sipping imaginary tea, said:

“That’s when it begins, Bob. When you’re not busy being someone… you finally find out who’s left.”

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🔥 The Great Fire & Greater Ego

One day, Bob made fire.
Real, flaming, possibly-illegal fire.

He screamed:

“LOOK WHAT I’VE CREATED! I HAVE MADE FIRE!”

He danced. He laughed. He named the flame “San.”
Then he tried to roast seaweed. It tasted like old socks.

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🌊 The Coconut Tragedy

One stormy night, VA rolled into the ocean.

“BOB SAVE ME”

 “BOB!!!”

“I’M SORRY, VA!” 

VA : Hello, “I’M A FRUIT, BOB, NOT A FLOATATION DEVICE!”

And just like that... VA was gone.

Bob cried. Hard. Like, award-winning, dramatic slow-mo crying.

Then he stared at the sky and whispered:

“I’ve got to keep breathing. Because tomorrow, the sun will rise. And who knows… what the tide could bring.”

(The tide brought a soggy flip-flop. Bob named it Kevin.)

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🚢 The Rescue 

The next morning, a cruise ship appeared.

They saw Bob doing tai chi with a crab and figured he was either enlightened or dangerously sleep-deprived. They rescued him anyway.

Onboard, someone asked, “What’s your name?”
Bob smiled.

“I’m not who I used to be.I lost my Identity but I’m also definitely not VA.”

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🎯 MORALS :

• Sometimes losing everything—including your emotionally unstable coconut 

         —helps you find yourself.

• When life gives you lemons, make fire. When life gives you coconuts, give them names and Just listen.

• The world’s best answers come when you stop talking and just… " BREATHE "

• You don’t need to become someone new. 

        Just peel off everything you're not—like an onion. Or a                   banana. Or Bob in the above story

🧠 "What You Are Not" — What Does That Mean?

Think of yourself like an onion (or a banana with an identity crisis):

You’ve picked up layers over the years — beliefs, roles, fears, expectations, social labels.

But many of those layers aren’t you.

They are:

• 💼 What your job title says you are

• 🧸 What your family expected of you

• 🕶️ The cool persona you wear to fit in

• 📱 The Instagram version of your life

• 😔 The “I’m not good enough” voice that never belonged to you in the first place

"What you are not"  also includes:

• You're not your past mistakes

• You're not your anxiety

• You're not your bank balance

• You're not your trauma, though it shaped you

• You're not everyone else's idea of “successful”

You don’t need to become someone new — just peel off everything you’re not... like an onion, a banana, or Bob after losing his coconut." 🥥✨