Keerthi stormed into the room, cheeks flushed with frustration.
“Sita, look at this mess! How could you let it get this bad?” she shouted, her voice sharp and hurt. The pile in the corner seemed to grow bigger under her glare.
The Deccan Positive Mental Health Practitioners (DPMP) aims to serve as a shining example of unity, integrity, and national cohesion.
Keerthi stormed into the room, cheeks flushed with frustration.
“Sita, look at this mess! How could you let it get this bad?” she shouted, her voice sharp and hurt. The pile in the corner seemed to grow bigger under her glare.
Even when it feels like your world is falling apart, hope is often closer than you think. Think about South Africa’s dark days of apartheid. In 1964, Nelson Mandela and his brave friends were locked away for life on Robben Island a place so harsh, it was said no one ever came back. But instead of giving up, Mandela and the others held onto each other and made a promise: no matter how hard it got, they would not let the prison break their spirits. They’d keep believing, keep supporting one another, and survive so they could one day help tear down apartheid.
Manaswi was six when she learned that “See you soon” doesn’t always come true.
Her elder sister, Riya, would sling her school bag, pinch Manaswi’s cheeks, and say, “Be good. I’ll bring you something.” Manaswi would stand at the doorway of their small flat, waving until Riya disappeared down the stairs.
That evening, the house felt wrong—too quiet, too many footsteps in the corridor. Neighbours gathered. Her mother’s phone kept ringing and ringing. Then her father came in with a face Manaswi had never seen before—blank, cracked, frightened.
There had been a road accident. Riya died before she reached the hospital.
No one sat Manaswi down and explained it clearly. The adults were busy with rituals, relatives, paperwork, and their own shock. When Manaswi asked, “When is Riya coming back?” people said, “Don’t talk like that,” or “God took her,” or they just cried. Manaswi stopped asking.
Instead, she started watching.
Every day after school, she’d stand near the window with her chin on the grill, scanning the lane for a familiar braid and that quick, confident walk. Her body stayed ready like if she watched hard enough, she could undo what happened.
Manaswi grew up, but the “watching” didn’t leave. In college and later in relationships, if someone didn’t reply, her chest tightened. If a partner said, “I need space,” her mind jumped to one thought: They’re gone. She would text again, over-explain, apologise, cling trying to prevent another sudden loss.
In therapy, she finally named it: not “neediness,” but a frightened protector built by grief. She learned to say, “This fear is old. I’m safe right now.” Slowly, she practised waiting, asking directly, and letting people return without chasing them.
Moral 1: When children aren’t given clear truths, they create scary stories to survive.
Moral 2: Anxiety often begins as love trying to prevent loss.
Moral 3: Healing means updating old alarms—so you can trust the present.
Ravi, 28, a junior accountant, sat across from me and spoke quietly.
“I’m lazy. Everyone else is ahead.”
His eyes showed embarrassment, a pain made worse by years of comparing himself to others. As the middle of three brothers, Ravi felt overshadowed by his oldest sibling, a doctor praised at every family event. The youngest was always called “the baby” and never blamed for anything.
πThe threat of family separation and
π The daily burden of harsh labour made her early life extraordinarily painful, but her spirit stayed strong.
Tubman’s life is more than a story of survival; it shows true psychological resilience.
From her earliest memories, Suma carried a quiet, insistent question in her heart: Was she truly enough? Each story she heard of those who reached the summit stirred both longing and doubt within her. Could conquering the mountain finally prove her worth to herself?
That night, Tom thought about what his mom said. The next day, the same thing happened. His mom asked him to clean his room again. But this time, Tom took a deep breath. Instead of yelling, he calmly said, “I don’t want to clean now, but I will do it after I finish my homework.” His mom smiled and agreed. Tom felt proud of himself.
A few days later, his younger sister borrowed his favourite game without asking. Tom felt his anger building up. But he remembered his mom’s words. He took a deep breath and said, “Please ask me next time before taking my things.” To his surprise, his sister apologised and promised to ask in the future.
Moral:
Anger can make you feel worse, but staying calm helps you feel in control.
Talking kindly helps fix problems and keeps relationships strong.
Sara had always believed in the power of respect and understanding in her marriage with Khan. But recently, she felt something changing. During their conversations, Khan often interrupted her, preventing her from finishing her thoughts. It wasn't just frustrating - it HURTS.
One evening, as Khan interrupted her again, something inside Sara shifted. Instead of getting angry, she remembered a piece of advice she had read:
Calmly, she said those words, hoping Khan would realise the weight behind them. But when didn'tn’t, Sara made a choice. She continued speaking, ignoring his interruptions, determined to hold onto her worth.
Later, she sat down with Khan and shared how his actions had been affecting her. She spoke from the heart, saying, "When you interrupt me, it makes me feel like my word doesn't matter." Khan, realising the impact of his behaviour, apologised sincerely. He promised to be more mindful.
The moral of Sara's story is simple:
In a relationship, it's crucial to stand up for yourself, not out of anger, but out of self-respect. Sometimes, all it takes is one calm moment to change the course of things. Respectful communication isn't just about talking,it's about
π listening,
π valuing, and
π honouring each other's words.
And when you do, relationships grow stronger.
Nina lived with her parents and her big brother, Ram. Ram was usually cheerful until the day their neighbour, Uncle Venkat, visited with Nina’s father. Everyone laughed in the living room, but Ram’s smile disappeared. His chest felt tight. Quietly, he slipped away to his room, wishing someone would notice.
The next morning, Nina’s father became unwell. To help, Uncle Venkat offered to take the kids to school for a few days. Nina’s mother agreed, relieved.
But Ram’s fear grew louder inside him.
“Mama,” he whispered, fingers twisting his shirt, “I don’t want to go with Uncle Venkat.”
His mother frowned kindly. “Why, Ram?”
Ram swallowed hard. “My stomach feels… bad. Like something isn’t safe.”
His mother paused. She looked at Ram’s eyesworried, watery, honest. She pulled him close. Thank you for informing me. I am listening.
That afternoon, Nina came home, smiling, holding an ice cream wrapper. Then she said something small that felt big: “Uncle Venkat told me to keep a secret… or no treats.”
Ram froze. Nina’s mother’s heart thumped. She knelt to Nina’s level. “Sweetheart, secrets about bodies are never okay. You can always tell me.”
That evening, both parents sat with Nina and Ram. They spoke gently:
“Your body belongs to you. Private parts are private. If anyone asks you to hide something, touches you, or makes you feel scared - " say " NO, move away, and tell a trusted adult. Even if they promise treats. Even if they say you’ll get in trouble.”
Ram finally let his tears fall - relief, not fear.
And Nina hugged him tight. “Thank you, Ram,” she said.
Because one brave voice can keep a whole family safe.
In the quiet village nestled beneath the towering mountains, where sunlight was a rare guest, lived Mala, a young woman whose smile was a quiet testament to her resilience.
Orphaned at a tender age, she bore the weight of caring for her ailing grandmother. Her life was a battle, marked by sleepless nights, endless toil, and the relentless worry over the future.
But Mala had one secret
-her smile.
One winter, a merciless storm ravaged the village. Homes were destroyed, crops buried in the snow, and Mala’s own cottage lay in ruins. Yet, as the village crumbled around her, Mala didn’t falter. With unwavering resolve, she gathered the villagers, offering what little she had left. “Together, we will rebuild, T.E.A.M = TOGETHER EVERYONE ACHIEVE MORE” she said, her words as warm as the fire that flickered in their hearts. “Happiness comes not in avoiding the storm, but in embracing it with each other.”
Inspired by her strength, the villagers came together to rebuild their homes from the ashes. They learned that true happiness doesn’t lie in escaping pain, but in the courage to smile despite it. Mala’s smile became the village’s quiet strength, a reminder that in the face of life’s storms, we have the power to choose our response.
Happiness isn’t a life free of challenges it’s the strength to smile through them.
Ajay, a 30-year-old from Reddipalle village, had battled alcohol addiction for years. His life had become a vicious cycle of drinking to escape stress and personal struggles. A lingering pain from his father's sudden death when Ajay was a teenager haunted him; the loss left an unresolved void in his heart. Every morning, he'd vow to stop, but the lure of alcohol kept pulling him back. His health deteriorated, relationships soured, and his once-promising career was in ruins.
Every morning, he greeted the day with a quiet smile, knowing that true joy came from the love of his family and the peace of his simple life. He didn’t wait for others to make him happy; he created his own joy by focusing on the little things in life.
πHis daughters’ laughter,
π the warmth of his wife’s touch,
π The beauty of the sunrise - all these moments were more than enough.
Through hardship, Murty learned the power of responsibility for his own happiness. He didn’t expect others to fulfil him; he discovered peace within himself. He understood that happiness isn’t something that can be bought or given, but something we build from within, with love, self-awareness, and gratitude.
Moral 1: Happiness is a choice. It’s not about waiting for life to be perfect, but finding joy in what we have.Moral 2: True happiness comes from within. By taking responsibility for our emotions, we can create lasting joy.
Moral 3: Value the simple things. It’s the little moments, the love we share, and the peace we create that truly bring happiness.
Murty’s life is a powerful reminder: only you can create your own happiness.
She said “I do” to a man she barely knew because everyone around her whispered it first, without ever saying the words.
Meera heard it everywhere. Not commands - Love, Care & concerns.
Her aunt adjusted her dupatta: “You’re not getting younger, beta.”
Her mother smiled softly at the biodata: “Good family. But of course, it’s your life.”
Her uncle leaned in, voice low: “A girl unmarried after 25… It’s unsafe. Not that you can’t manage.”
No one pushed. They just built a fear-shaped hallway with only two doors:
Marry him or suffer a risk.
Meera chose the “safe” door and convinced herself it was freedom from the pressure of people around her.
The wedding lights were bright, the photos perfect. Everyone exhaled with relief.
“We only want your happiness,” they said - like a blessing.
Inside the marriage, Meera felt like a guest in her own life. Polite conversations. Quiet dinners. A bed that felt miles wide. When she finally confessed, “I feel lonely,” her mother’s face tightened.
“How can you say that? We never forced you. It was your choice.”
The words landed like a slap wrapped in satin: plausible deniability. Meera bled in a place no one could see.
In therapy, the question came gently: “Whose voice scares you when you imagine leaving?”
Meera closed her eyes. It wasn’t hers.
Next time the hints came, she asked plainly: “When you say it’s unsafe… are you telling me I’m not safe unless I’m married?”
Silence. Then avoidance. But the spell cracked.
Leaving was messy. Labels followed - selfish, ungrateful. Meera carried them anyway, like old bangles that no longer fit. She rented a small place, grew a balcony garden, and breathed without permission.
Moral:
If love speaks in whispers that trap you, it is NOT love.
Real love is transparent, accountable, and respects your choice.
Ramya, a driven 32-year-old software developer, lived life in overdrive. Her days were a blur of deadlines, endless coding, and meetings, each moment pushing her further into exhaustion. Beneath her relentless drive, however, a deep sense of stress and anxiety was silently growing. What once fueled her creativity now drained her spirit. She was running on empty, caught in an endless cycle of productivity, unable to catch her breath.
Then, one fateful day, amidst the chaos of her work and life, Ramya discovered Niksen
- the Dutch practice of intentionally doing nothing.
Skeptical but desperate for relief, she decided to try it. Sitting outside in the quiet, doing absolutely nothing, felt strange at first. But slowly, a sense of calm washed over her. For the first time in months, she felt a sense of peace.
Through Niksen and mindful practices, Ramya uncovered a new way of being. She traded moments of mindless mobile scrolling for body scan practices and meditation, learning to listen to her breath and reconnect with her body. Mindful movement replaced the years of accumulated tension. She learned to truly be present, whether eating, walking, or just sitting still.
By the end of her journey, Ramya didn’t just survive; she thrived. Her creativity returned, not through pushing harder, but by allowing herself to rest.
The lesson?
Long days at work, personal stress, and the silent toll of unresolved conflicts created a chasm they could no longer ignore. Geeta felt alone in the marriage, while Srinivas struggled to connect with her emotionally. The laughter they once shared was replaced with long silences and cold stares.
One evening, after a particularly heated argument, Geeta made a decision. She couldn’t keep living in this emotional isolation. She suggested they try something different -seek help, rebuild their love. They turned to DPMP's couple counselling as a last hope.
They began with "Building Love Maps."
Geeta asked Srinivas, “What’s something you’ve always wanted to do that I didn’t know about?” That question sparked a conversation they hadn't had in years. Srinivas shared his dream of starting a small garden, a dream he had buried under the weight of everyday responsibilities. Geeta, on the other hand, revealed her longing to go back to school.
As they shared these deep desires, they began to see each other not just as partners, but as individuals with hopes and dreams. Gradually, they embraced "Fondness and Admiration," appreciating each other's efforts and qualities once taken for granted.
Slowly, laughter returned to their home. Conflicts became easier to navigate. They turned toward each other instead of away, and love bloomed anew AGAIN.
Moral:
A relationship’s true strength lies in the willingness to rediscover each other, to listen, and to build a future together, one conversation at a time.
Once, in a small village, there lived a young boy named Arlo who felt like he was never enough. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to impress anyone or make a difference. One day, while walking by the river, he saw an elderly man sitting by the shore, calmly watching the water. Curious, Arlo asked, "Why do you look so peaceful when everything around us seems so chaotic?"
The elderly man smiled and took a small stone from the ground. He tossed it into the river, and ripples spread across the water, growing wider and wider. "This stone," he said, "might seem small, but its impact is felt far beyond where it lands."
Arlo watched, puzzled. The man continued, "In life, we all have the power to make ripples. Your actions, no matter how small, can affect the world in ways you might never see. Don’t wait for a big moment - start now, where you are."
Arlo left with a new understanding. He realized that even his smallest acts of kindness, his efforts, and his courage to be himself could create ripples that spread beyond his own life.
No act is too small to make a difference. Like the stone in the river, even our smallest actions can create ripples that impact others in ways we may never know.
Keerthi was a kind-hearted girl who loved chatting with her friends. One day, she sent a message to her best friend, Ajay: "How was your day?" She eagerly waited, but hours passed without a reply. Her heart sank. What if he’s mad at me? she wondered. What if he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore?
The silence felt like a heavy cloud, growing bigger and darker with every passing minute. Keerthi remembered something the wise bookkeeper had once told her about “Anxious Attachment.” It was like when she was little, dancing in her room, wishing someone would notice her but they never did. That same feeling of being forgotten came rushing back.
But then, Keerthi thought about the words from her Therapy book:
“You don’t have to be perfect to be loved.”
She took a deep breath, letting the storm inside her calm. The next day, Ajay called. “Sorry, I was busy!” he said. “I didn’t mean to worry you.” Keerthi smiled, feeling the weight lift from her heart. “It’s okay, I missed you,” she said.
Keerthi realised that love doesn’t require constant reassurance. It’s steady and trusting. The worry cloud would still visit sometimes, but she had learned how to face it without letting it control her.
Moral:
When anxious thoughts cloud your mind, remember that love doesn’t need to be chased. Trust that those who care about you will always return.
In a small village nestled by a fast-flowing river, there lived a dancer named Luna. Every morning, she would dance along the riverbanks, her movements slow and graceful, contrasting with the river’s constant rush. Villagers often watched her in wonder and would ask, “Why don’t you move faster like the river? It never stops, always rushing forward.”
But Luna would smile and continue dancing at her own pace. “ The river may flow fast, but it changes with every season,” she’d say. “Actually, does it need to hurry to find its way ??? hahaaa ”
When the storm passed, the damage was widespread, but Luna’s home was safe. The villagers were amazed. “How did you stay unbothered, Luna?” they asked.
Luna simply replied,
“I don’t panic & rush to keep up with the world. I follow my own rhythm, grounded in peace and purpose. Life’s storms may come, but when you’re true to your own path, you remain steady.”
Her phone held three fresh rejections and one old fear: “Maybe my future is already written.”
At home, she noticed her father polishing a framed copy of the Constitution of India.
he said, tapping the glass,
“This is how a nation decides what it will stand for, especially when life gets messy.”
Ramya blurted, “But nations have systems. People don’t.”
He looked at her gently. “Then build one.”
That night, she opened a notebook and wrote: MY PERSONAL CONSTITUTION.
My Dreams and goals:
Work I love to do. A steady mind. A life I don’t escape from.
My Core values:
Courage, honesty, compassion, discipline.
-Means ???
- Two focused Practical applications daily. One skill upgrades monthly -
Sleep by 11. Move my body. Ask for help before I break.
Then she paused at the last heading: Moral Boosters.
Her inner critic arrived on time: “What if you fail again?”
Ramya wrote back, as if drafting a law:
Failure is information, not identity, that defines me.
I return, I do restart.
Small steps still count.
At the bottom, she penned:
“You are the creator of your own destiny.” — Swami Vivekananda
The next morning, nothing outside had changed; the same streets, the same uncertainty. But inside, something had: her future no longer felt like a verdict. It felt like a direction.
Morals:
You have the power to shape your future by establishing your own framework. A Personal Constitution transforms fleeting hopes into steadfast habits and core values into meaningful choices. When motivation wanes, it is your principles that will guide you back to your path.
Questions to Contemplate:
What specific steps can Ramya take to implement her Personal Constitution in her daily life?
How will Ramya's relationship with her father evolve as she pursues her goals and values?
What challenges can Ramya encounter that might test her new principles and resolve?
She said yes before she even heard the question.
She smiled while her chest felt tight. She skipped meals, slept late, and called it “discipline.”
One evening, she made a tiny mistake at workand her mind tore into her. " You’re useless. You always mess up."
She went home, stared at the mirror, and whispered, “Why can’t you just be better?”
That’s when it hit her: she talked to herself in a way she would never speak to anyone she loved.
In therapy, she was asked one question:
“When did you start treating yourself like someone you have to earn love from?”
So she began small.
At 3 PM daily, she paused: What am I feeling?
Not “fine.” . Tired?? Afraid ?? Overwhelmed ??
When the inner voice attacked, she practiced one new sentence:
I made a mistake, and mistakes won't define me, as to err is human.
She ate on time not perfectly, but kindly with Love
She slept a little earlier.
And for the first time, she said:
“I can’t do this today.”
Nothing fell apart.
But something inside her finally came together.
That night, she looked in the mirror again same face, different gaze and said softly:
“I’m on your side now.”
Self-Relationship is how you view, understand, and treat yourself.
When you build self-awareness, self-acceptance, and self-care, you create the foundation for healthy relationships, well-being, and sound mental health because the first relationship that shapes all others is the one you have with you.
"We lose our inner balance when we allow others -be it situations or people to control our minds. In doing so, we surrender our ability to think clearly, judge wisely, and make decisions grounded in what is right. "
- just a few lines and shapes but to him, it was the start of something big.
He dreamed of creating a device that could turn sound into light, something no one had ever done before. But when he showed it to his friends, they laughed. “That’s just a silly dream,” they said. Even his girlfriend, Maya, said it was “cute,” but in a way that made him feel bad.
Ram didn’t listen to their doubts. He sold his car, spent all his money, and worked really hard on his project. His mom kept telling him, “Ram, be serious. You need a real secure job.” But Ram wanted a future that he built with his own hands
- something special that only he could imagine.
Then, things got quiet.
πMaya left because she couldn’t be with someone who had only dreams and imagination, and no money.
π His friends stopped hanging out with him.
Alone, Ram realized that being by himself was a gift. It gave him the time and space to really figure out who he was. The world might not have understood his dream, but it couldn’t take away who he was.
In the quiet of the night, Ram heard something important
- his own belief in himself. All the doubt, sadness, and loneliness helped him grow into the person he was meant to be.
Finally, when Ram showed his invention, everyone who had doubted him watched quietly. But when the sound of a forest at sunrise turned into beautiful light, their doubt turned into amazement. They clapped, but Ram stayed in the peace of his workshop, feeling more at home in silence than anywhere else.
Moral:
Silence isn’t empty !!!
it’s a place where we can grow, think clearly, and become stronger.
When we are quiet, we find out who we really are, without the noise of other people’s expectations. Even if the world doesn’t understand our dreams, we can still follow them, no matter what.
Then, one day, Maya had a moment of clarity. She thought to herself,
"What I really want to say is I miss you." She realised she wasn't mad; she was just missing her Grandpa. That thought made everything start to make sense. Instead of writing angry words, she started to write about her feelings, trying to understand them.
This marked a significant milestone for Maya.
By writing down her emotions, she could work through
πher sadness, anger, and longing.
πShe even started to forgive.
Writing helped her not only share her feelings but understand them too.
The lesson Maya learned is simple:
When your emotions feel jumbled, it's helpful to break them down. Whether you write, talk, or think about them, it helps you understand yourself better. And through that understanding, you can heal and feel better.
Keerthi stormed into the room, cheeks flushed with frustration. “Sita, look at this mess! How could you let it get this bad?” she shouted,...