Observed

The airport blurred into a watercolor of motion. Cabs glided by, patient drivers waiting as I crossed the road in a daze, my steps heavy

When he retired in 1997, the classroom—his battlefield—fell silent. Teaching wasn’t just his job; it was his purpose, his way of shaping young minds. Losing that left a void no pension could fill. He didn’t crave status, but the quiet ache of feeling “less than” gnawed at him. Yet, even now, the government’s pension fuels his generosity. Milk, curd, newspapers, fruits, snacks for the kids, cooking gas, medicines, travel, rent—his money still holds the family together.

Here’s the unshakable truth - our future is in our own hands. No one else holds the pen to our story. To believe otherwise is to surrender our power to a lie. Let’s write our own destiny—one bold, thoughtful choice at a time.

It wasn’t the kind of line you'd expect at a technology certification program. But there it was — raw, direct, and recursive, looping back to a core idea: If you can do something about it, why worry? If you can't, why worry? And suddenly, it all made sense.