I have Something to Share, Can I?

     In a vibrant corner of the city stood a quaint squash juice shop. The owner's ingenuity shone through as they proudly displayed an array of colourful falooda creations, offering customers a visual feast of options.This thoughtful display aimed to simplify choices and provide a glimpse of the taste and quantity they could expect.      Yet, it wasn't the visual spectacle that intrigued me, but rather the wisdom hidden within. You see, every evening, these meticulously crafted sample falooda's met an inevitable fate—they were destined to be discarded. It was a clear case of immediate loss for the day's profit.      But here's the twist: the shopkeeper embarked on each day with a markedloss, and it wasn't out of naivety. It was a testament to his unwaveringconfidence. He believed in the bigger picture, in the ebb and flow ofbusiness, and in the idea that sometimes, one must surrender a little to eventu...

  Once, she flowed through the curves of the land, a gentle river weaving her way toward distant horizons. She embraced each bend, whispering secrets to the stones below, unaware that those same stones would one day be hurled at her. The people, oblivious to her true nature, saw her as a mere conduit—a means to an end. They quenched their thirst from her liquid veins without gratitude or understanding. But time has a way of revealing truths, and so she transformed. The water receded, leaving behind a parched landscape—a silent plea for recognition. Now, as dry land, she stands as a testament to her own importance, teaching those who once took her for granted the value of every drop. “ River once quenched the thirst but now a parched land, nature has a way to justify ”