What Happens When You Stop Fighting the Storm?

Ravi walked out of the office, feeling mad.....really mad. His brother had sent him a mean message. Ravi kept reading it again and again, thinking of clever and hurtful things to say back.

He stopped at a chai stall - " TEA TIME ". The kettle whistled. On the ground, a puddle held the moon like a shiny coin. A dog ran through it, barking. The moon’s reflection broke. Ravi’s teeth clenched.

"Name the feeling," he whispered. "Angry."
He took a deep breath, longer out than in. The steam from the tea touched his lips. The buzzing anger quieted, just a little.

He almost called his brother. Almost.
Instead, he put his phone down.

“Let this small wave stay small,” he told his fast-beating heart.

The chai vendor turned down the light. The street became soft and quiet. Somewhere nearby, a kid was jumping rope, counting out loud—one, two, one, two. The night felt calmer.

Bad thoughts came back: He never respects you.
Ravi imagined these words like subtitles on a movie. He pressed a button in his mind-off.
Just a thought, he said to himself. And let it go.

The anger inside him felt big. The urge to fight rose to eight, then seven, Then 6....then 5...

He sat still for two minutes, just watching his breath come and go.

Then he sent a message to his brother :

“Can we have tea with our Mom tomorrow? I’ll help with the papers. No yelling or blaming

just a calm, kind offer, like helping carry a heavy bucket so it feels lighter for both of us ”

The dog lay down next to the tea stall.
The puddle stopped moving.
The moon came back, round ,bright & beautiful

Ravi put his hand on his chest. 

“This is hard,” he whispered. “I will be kind to myself now.”

His phone lit up. There was a single-word message on the screen:  “Come.”

Ravi smiled and put the phone in his pocket. The angry feeling inside him was gone.

The street was quiet and soft.
Somewhere, a child was skipping rope, counting, “One, two, one, two.”
Ravi walked home slowly, listening and observing everything around him 

🌱 Moral of the Story:

• Big feelings can trick us into doing things we might regret.

• But if we pause, breathe, and let them pass, they lose their power.

• Kindness, especially toward ourselves, makes room for peace and healing.

• Stillness isn’t weakness. It’s where strength quietly grows.

“When we stop thrashing the water, 

The mind can reflect the moon.”