Bhavana didn’t want to slow down. So she fought harder ran more, lifted heavier things, even when her body hurt. She believed stopping meant losing. But the pain got worse. She felt like a broken superhero. One day, trying to open a jar, her hands gave up. The jar crashed. So did her heart.
Her husband Arjun sat beside her and whispered, “What would you say if someone else told you this story?”
Bhavana thought... then cried.
Later, Arjun signed her up for pottery. Bhavana didn’t want to go. But she did. Her hands were sore, the clay didn’t listen. It twisted, wobbled, cracked. She almost gave up.
But the teacher said, “Let your hands tell their story.”
So Bhavana did. She pressed gently where it hurt. Firmly, where she could. The vase came out bumpy, strange... but strong. It looked like a heavenly mountain shaped by natural wind.
That day, Bhavana stopped trying to fight her pain. She started to listen to it.
She learned: the goal wasn’t to win against her body.
It was to work Along with it.Moral:
Your body is not your enemy. Pain is not defeat. It’s just a message, asking you to
👉slow down,
👉 listen,
👉change your patterns and
👉 Take a break or a new path. Even with cracks, you can still build something beautiful. Just like Bhavana’s vase.


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