One stormy evening, the heavens
opened & the river behind his home swelled with rage. A massive oak tree, old
as time, cracked from its roots and thundered into the water, redirecting the
furious current toward his house’s foundation.
“The river will swallow my home whole!” he wailed to his neighbour Mata Ji.
“The town won't move the tree..it's
massive! And the rain..it’s only getting worse. I'm doomed!”
Mata Ji, an unshakable gardener
with hands always in the soil and a mind rooted in calm, listened with quiet
strength. Then, she asked just one question:
“Srinivas, can you control
the tree?”
“No,” he admitted, breath
short.
“Can you control when the town
acts?”
“Absolutely not!”
She tilted her head. “Then
what can you control right now?”
The silence between them was
deeper than the storm.
Then something shifted. The
panic faded. Srinivas blinked as if waking from a nightmare. He couldn’t fight
nature..but he could work with it. That very hour, he dug a narrow trench to
divert the water’s force. By sunrise, he'd called on local teens offering cash
for muscle. Together, they hauled sandbags and reinforced the riverbank.
In just 48 hours, with muddy
boots, sweat-soaked shirts, and aching backs, they held back the flood.
A week later, the town workers came and were very surprised. One of them said,
“Wow, someone already did the job before we got here!”
The tree still lay in the
river. But Srinivas’s home stood strong.
Moral:
When the world throws chaos your
way, don’t waste your energy trying to command the storm. Focus on the tools in
your hand.
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