The Silent Warriors: Stories of Strength Behind the Smile
(Illustrative image) It was a festival morning, and I found myself soaking in the vibrant atmosphere of the day. I sat in the balcony, watching people pass by in their festive attire, their faces glowing with joy and celebration. The air was filled with laughter, the aroma of special dishes, and the spirit of festivity. Amidst this colorful scene, my attention was drawn to a woman walking down the road. She was dressed in ragged clothes, holding an infant in her arms. Two small children, likely around 3 to 5 years old, trailed behind her, barefoot. One of the younger ones stumbled and fell, scraping his knees on the hard ground. I watched, expecting the usual reaction - a cry for comfort, tears welling up in the child's eyes, and a mother rushing to console him. But to my surprise, none of that happened. The mother turned back, and for a brief moment, their eyes met. The child, with a look of quiet determination, got back on his feet, dusted off his scraped knees, and continued w