“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.
Sita stood in the middle of the room, her heart beating fast as she listened to Keerthi’s angry words. Instead of getting upset, Sita took a deep breath and remembered something her mom had taught her. She used her special superpower, “seeing the big picture,” a magical way of thinking that helped her see things in a new light.
Sita closed her eyes for just a moment and thought, “Keerthi isn’t mad at me; she’s just feeling stressed and upset about the mess. It’s the situation that’s making her angry, not me personally.” This new way of thinking made her feel calmer and braver, even though Keerthi was still fuming.
Instead of getting defensive or yelling back, Sita smiled to herself and wondered, “What would a wise saint or a super calm person do?” She pictured a peaceful, happy version of herself, as if she were floating above the situation, looking down at it. From that view, everything seemed clearer. It wasn’t about winning or fighting; it was about solving the problem together.
As Keerthi’s angry words filled the air, Sita stood still, her breathing slow and steady. She told herself, “This isn’t about me. I don’t need to take it personally. Keerthi just needs a little space to calm down.”
The more Keerthi shouted, the more Sita felt like a calm river: gentle, clear, and steady even when there were waves. After a while, Keerthi’s words started to lose their power. She paused when she noticed that Sita hadn’t argued. Instead of staying angry, Keerthi felt a little confused, and then a bit guilty.
Finally, Sita spoke, her voice gentle. “I know you’re upset, Keerthi. But we can handle this together. Let’s take a breath and tackle it as a team.”
Keerthi stopped and looked at Sita. For the first time, she noticed how calm and peaceful Sita seemed, even while everything felt tense. Slowly, Keerthi’s shoulders relaxed, and her anger started to fade away like ice melting in the sun. She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s clean it up together.”
Sita’s quiet superpower had worked. By seeing things differently, she turned a big argument into a moment of teamwork and maybe even friendship.
Moral:
Sometimes, the bravest thing is to stay calm, see past the anger, and choose kindness. That’s how storms become new beginnings.
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