He slept with his laptop open, screens full of targets. Promotions tasted like sugar; the aftertaste was sand. When the market dipped and his manager cut budgets,
Lack moved in:
😓not enough time,
😔not enough leads,
😖not enough him.
Weeks later, Lost arrived - the kind that turns coffee bitter and mornings dull, boring & gray.
He took a weekend train to his grandmother’s town. The carriage smelled of rain and iron. At the station, she hugged him and said nothing, only placed a warm roti in his palm.
That night on the terrace, under laundry lines and faded kites, she mixed dough slowly. “Ambition is fire, kanna” she said, “ but even dough needs rest.”
She covered the bowl with a damp cloth. They waited.
“ See? Rest doesn’t stop the Roti / Bread , it completes it.”
Rohan sat with her at dawn. No incense, no bells. Just breathe.
Four counts in, six out.
Dogs barked, kettles whistled. The world kept selling; he kept sitting.
His Inner Buddha talks: Before your first step, who is walking?
On Monday he returned to the city. He still wanted the win, but he hunted from stillness. He called fewer clients and listened more. He set a closing time and kept it. He ate with two hands instead of one on a trackpad. The quotas rose and fell like tides; inside, something steady learned the shape of enough.
Months later, his team hit their mark. He brought home flowers to his grandmother, now framed in the kitchen window. She laughed.
Haiku [Japanese poem ] : -
roti under cloth -
the fire waits without hurry;
Hunger learns to breathe.
Morals
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Lust for more is energy, not a master _ aim it at service, not status.
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Lack is a map - use constraints to focus, not to fear.
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Lost is a bell - when you hear it, pause, breathe, begin again.
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True success: Act from “enough,” not from “never enough.”
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Rest is not retreat; it is Vital
5-second takeaway:
Notice → breathe → serve → let go → repeat.
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