One sunny afternoon, little Arjun sat by the river with his grandfather, his small feet buried in the warm sand. The air smelled fresh, and the river sparkled as if it held secrets.
Deccan Positive Mental Health Practitioners Association
The Deccan Positive Mental Health Practitioners (DPMP) aims to serve as a shining example of unity, integrity, and national cohesion.
Friday, March 13, 2026
The River and the Waves
Thursday, March 12, 2026
The Sound of Silence
A young student approached his teacher one morning and asked,
“What is the sound of one hand clapping?”
The teacher, unhurried and composed, simply looked at him and said, “Why do you wish to know?”
The Fire of Renewal: Edison’s Lesson in True Happiness
As the fire blazed, most people would have been devastated, feeling crushed by the loss of their life's work. But not Edison. He stood there, calm, almost peaceful, watching the destruction. In fact, he was smiling.
A reporter, astonished by his demeanor, approached him and asked, “Mr. Edison, how can you smile when everything you’ve worked for is gone? Isn’t this devastating?”
Edison turned to him with a spark in his eye and said, “You know, I’m glad this happened. All of my past failures are gone. Now, I can start fresh, with new ideas and new energy. I’ve learned so much from those experiments, and this fire has cleared away the old so I can move forward.”
He paused for a moment, then added, “We’re too attached to material things. True happiness doesn't come from possessions or achievements. It comes from the choice to embrace life, no matter the circumstances.”
Edison’s outlook on life was clear. He didn’t define happiness by what he had or had lost. It was a mindset, a choice he made every day.
Moral of the story:
True happiness comes from within. It's not about the things we lose or gain, but about how we choose to see the world. Choose happiness, no matter the challenges!
Wednesday, March 11, 2026
The Borrowed Mask
Laughter often came from Ramu’s side of the office, drawing smiles from his coworkers. He had a natural charm and always seemed to know how to make people feel valued. Ramu could read a room, spot someone’s insecurities, and use them to his benefit. He made everyone feel like they shared a special connection with him, as if they were his close confidant.
Tuesday, March 10, 2026
The Boy Who Saw Right Through Her
Meera sat at the edge of the college canteen, her coffee cold and her phone bright in her hands. The table was sticky under her wrists, with a dried smear of ketchup by her elbow. The sounds of plates and the scent of overripe bananas drifted from the kitchen, ignored by most but strong where she sat. Laughter filled the room, light and easy. It seemed like everyone belonged to someone everyone but her.
Sunday, March 8, 2026
Veda’s Empty Chair
For forty-seven years, Veda threaded needles, steadying fabric as she mended torn school uniforms before sunrise. She quietly wrapped her hands around teacups for tired visitors, always ready and strong. Everyone relied on her steady hands.
In that small, brave moment, Veda started to find her way back to her own self.
"Each time a woman stands up for herself, without knowing it, possibly, without claiming it, she stands up for all women."
Saturday, March 7, 2026
The Question Everyone Asked Her
Meera sat across from the counsellor, nervous, with the corner of her dupatta. She kept twisting it in her hands, wishing someone would notice how lost she felt. Across the room, her husband was glued to his phone, barely looking up. She already knew he’d blocked her number again third time this month. Every time he did it, it felt like he was shutting her out completely, leaving her all alone and unheard.
"Whose marriage are we really trying to save here?
" MY marriage , or his IMAGE ? "
Thursday, March 5, 2026
How Raja Found His True Calling
What small step will you take before tomorrow morning?
Tuesday, March 3, 2026
The Silence That Shouted Loudest
The email arrived suddenly, breaking the quiet of the office. As her screen lit up with the new message, the steady background noise seemed to fade away, and the blinking cursor felt almost accusatory.
Veda looked at her screen, feeling her chest tighten. The message, sent to the whole team, hit hard: "Veda is stupid & her analysis overlooked crucial data and created confusion for the team." It felt personal and humiliating. Her face grew hot, and her hands shook as she hovered over the keyboard, ready to respond.
You don't get to do this to me.
She had experienced this before. She would replay the situation late at night, thinking of things she wished she had said. The frustration followed her home and lingered at dinner. She barely noticed her food, her thoughts spinning, and the ideas she wanted to write down slipped away. Sleep was hard to find; her mind was busy with silent arguments.
But this time, she paused.
She gave herself ten seconds. She thought, breathe in slowly, count to five, breathe out, then decide what to do. This became her way of pausing and creating space between what happened and how she responded.
She pushed back from her desk, walked to the window, and placed her palm against the cool glass. Below, the city moved on, oblivious, indifferent. Keerthana's behaviour was a pebble. She had been treating it like a mountain. She told Herself " In a team where problems are faced together with respect, even the biggest stones become easy to carry. "
That evening, she wrote in her journal:
"I cannot control her respect. I can only control my Respect for myself."
The next morning, when Keerthana spoke to her dismissively during a meeting, she remained calm. She looked Keerthana in the eye, stayed quiet, and took notes. Later, she addressed the work issue directly, staying professional and steady.
Keerthana appeared confused. She was disarmed.
Moral:
You cannot stop others from throwing stones. But you can choose NOT to accept it and take it into ur mind and start crying.
๐ฑwe have control over how we respond to situations, but not over external factors.
Monday, March 2, 2026
1st they ignore you then they laugh at you then they fight you then U - WIN
In 1848, Savitribai Phule stood resilient in the face of adversity, her every step a testament to courage. The streets of Pune resounded with insults, stones flying, yet she remained steadfast, unbroken by the cruelty of men. Every speck of filth thrown at her reflected the deep-seated prejudice of a society bent on suppressing her voice. Yet, like a force of nature, Savitribai walked forward, undeterred, her purpose unwavering.
She carried two saris, one for the harsh world outside, and another for the classroom, where she transformed herself. She stepped into the role of an educator with the same grace she had shown in the face of oppression. Through her teaching, she didn’t just impart knowledge; she ignited a revolution. She taught girls not just to read, but to rise, to stand tall against the chains of tradition.
Savitribai’s journey began in the shadows of an illiterate, child marriage, yet she defied all odds with the help of her husband, Jyotirao Phule, who nurtured her intellect and love for learning. Together, they founded India’s first school for girls, breaking every norm and building a legacy of resistance.
Through her compassion, she fought for the rights of the oppressed, saving lives and dismantling the patriarchal structures that shackled so many. Even as the plague took her life, Savitribai’s spirit never faltered. She left behind a legacy that would echo for generations.
Moral:
True change-makers do not wait for the world to bend. They walk forward, and in their wake, they create the path for others to follow. ๐ฑ
Sunday, March 1, 2026
The Quiet of Healing
Dr. Maya Madam had spent twelve years as a Psychiatrist. Over the years, she had guided countless people through grief, anxiety, and heartbreak, always knowing the perfect words to soothe, heal, and ignite hope. But today, those words felt hollow, distant. Sitting alone in her car after her last session, Madam was paralysed, her body weighed down by an unspoken burden.
It was a pain she had comforted others with, yet now it consumed her ๐raw, wild, unmanageable. Her phone buzzed, pulling her from the fog.
A message from a colleague: "You okay?"
Her fingers hovered over the familiar reply. She could lie, as she always did:
"Busy but good! You?"
But today, the lie felt heavy, impossible to sustain.
Instead, she typed honestly: "Actually, no. Not today."
The reply was almost immediate: "Want me to sit with you?"
Twenty minutes later, there they sat ๐two souls on a park bench, silent. But the silence wasn’t tense or heavy; it was a gift ๐a gentle, steady presence, like a breath of understanding that spoke volumes without words.
Throughout her life, Madam had preached that healing begins when we stop pretending, that emotions are not enemies to be suppressed but part of our journey. Strength wasn’t about pushing through, but about embracing what we truly feel. Sitting with someone who offered only kindness and presence, she finally saw that she, too, needed to live her own truth.
Sometimes, you cannot pour from an empty cup. It’s okay not to be okay because real healing starts the moment we dare to stop pretending.
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