The Sounds of Balance

Rohan saw his mother as a gentle hero. Every day, she made tasty lunches, cleaned the house, and checked his homework, always with a loving smile. Her hands were always busy, but never for herself. In the corner of their living room was a guitar, old and dusty. It used to be her joy, her music, but now it sat quietly, like a dream she had left behind.

One evening, something was different. Rohan came home, ready to hear his mother in the kitchen, busy as usual. But instead, he found her sitting on the balcony, glowing in the soft light of the sunset. She looked peaceful, calm in a way he had never seen before. 

For once, she wasn't’t working or worrying. She was just sitting, just being herself 

"Aren't’t you making dinner?” he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

She looked at him with gentle eyes and smiled softly, "I’m making peace, beta", she said. Her words felt warm, as if she was giving him a gentle hug.

The next morning, Rohan noticed a change. After making his lunch and sending him off, his mother didn’t rush to do the chores. Instead, she went to the old guitar, wiped off the dust, and sat down. Her fingers trembled as she played the first chord. The sound was shaky, but with each note, the music became brighter and stronger. For ten minutes, she played. For ten minutes, she found a part of herself again. Her eyes closed, lost in the music, and the house felt warm with hope.

Rohan watched from the doorway, his heart swelling. He had never seen his mother look so calm and happy. Suddenly, he understood the music wasn’t taking her away from him or her work. It was giving her new strength. It wasn't’t selfish. It was how she found energy to love and care for him even more.

That day, Rohan changed, too. He started helping more at home and finished his homework early. When his mother looked tired, he would gently say, "Take a rest, Maa. Trust your son." He knew now that when she cared for herself, she had even more love to share.

One evening, as she played her guitar, Rohan understood the best gift his mother ever gave him. It wasn’t just her care or hard work. It was her lesson: true love means caring for yourself, too. Only then can you give love that is strong and lasting.

Moral:

Taking care of yourself is not selfish. It helps you love others better. When you are happy and strong inside, you can give more love to the people around you.