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📖 Story 3: Mukshi and the Quiet Little Plant

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🌱 It was a sunny morning.
Mukshi cleaned his bicycle and packed his bottle.
Daksh blinked twice. That meant: “Let’s go.”

As they rode past the small shops and the temple bell,
the trees got taller, and the road became soft and silent.

🚲☀️🌳⋯ ⋯ ⋯

Mukshi and the Quiet Little Plant

🌿 A Tiny Surprise

Just before a bend, Mukshi saw something green.
A small plant was growing right between two stones.
It was tiny and few leaves.

Mukshi stopped and stared.
He gently touched one leaf.
It bent and bounced back.

“It’s strong,” he said.
Daksh sat quietly.

🌿 The Thought

Mukshi picked up a stick nearby.
For a second, he thought: “Shall I poke the plant?”

Just then, Daksh said,
“Why hurt something that hasn’t done anything?”

Mukshi looked again.
The plant stood there—quiet. No sound. No cry.
But still trying to grow.

🌿 A Little Act

He dropped the stick.
Then used his foot to gently push some soil around the plant.

“It didn’t ask for help,” he said.
“But maybe it needed it.”

Daksh blinked.
“That’s what caring looks like. You notice. You help. Even when no one claps.”

🌿 The Way Back

On the way home, Mukshi didn’t talk much.
He kept thinking about that plant.

At home, Amma asked, “Did you feed any birds today?”
Mukshi said, “No. But I fed the soil.”

✨ Some things don’t speak. But they still grow.

📖 Story 2: Mukshi and the Big Yellow Leaf

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“Mukshi, Daksh, and a special leaf.”
“Mukshi, Daksh, and a special leaf.”

🌅 A cool breeze came early that morning.
In the village, banana leaves moved gently.
A cow sneezed. A dog barked once, then slept again.

Mukshi smiled.
“It’s a good day.”
Daksh, the green parrot, blinked.
That meant, “Let’s go.”

They packed a small snack—
some rice balls Amma made,
and water in an old pickle bottle.
Then off they went.

🚲🌿🏡⋯ ⋯ ⋯

🌳 The Forest Path

The forest was full of dry leaves.
Big ones. Tiny ones.
Some shaped like stars. Others like hearts.

Mukshi picked up a large, bright yellow leaf.
“Wow! This is mine,” he said.
He put it in his cycle basket.

Daksh watched quietly.

🦔 A Little Friend

Near a small pond,
they saw someone sniffing around.

It was a baby porcupine named Muru.

“Hi Muru! What are you looking for?”
“My leaf,” Muru said sadly.
“It flew away. I nap on it every day.”

Mukshi peeked into his basket.
His yellow leaf. Could it be Muru’s?

🧠 A Small Choice

Mukshi looked at Muru.
Then at the leaf.
Then at his hands.

He took the leaf out.
And gave it to Muru.

Muru squeaked happily.
He curled up on it like a blanket.

Daksh said,
“You gave something small—
but it meant a lot.”

🏡 The Way Back

On the way home, Mukshi saw another leaf.
Red, with tiny holes.
He looked around.
“Anyone need this one?”

The wind was quiet. He picked it up gently.

At the gate, Amma asked,
“Find anything nice today?”

Mukshi smiled.
“Yes. But I gave it to someone else.”

Daksh blinked twice.
That meant: Good job.

✨ Some things we find… aren’t ours to keep.

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Story 1 – The Day Daksh Spoke 👦🚲🦜

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From “Mukshi & Daksh: The Forest Road” Series

For a while now, I’ve been wanting to write stories for children—simple stories that are not only fun, but quietly carry lessons about kindness, honesty, and trusting yourself.

This is the beginning of that journey

🌿 “Mukshi & Daksh: The Forest Road” is a slow-growing series where a boy and his parrot wander through a long, never-ending forest road—meeting new friends, noticing small things, and learning gently along the way.

It’s not polished or perfect—but it’s me, and it’s honest.

This is the very first story in the series:

📖 The Day Daksh Spoke

🌅 The Ride Begins

One morning, 👦 Mukshi woke up early.
The sun had not come out yet. The sky was still dark and quiet.

He looked at the small green cage near the window.
Inside sat his parrot—Daksh.

Mukshi smiled.
“Shall we go for a ride today?” he asked.

🦜Daksh blinked twice.
That meant “yes.”  

👦☀️🏠🦜⋯ ⋯ ⋯

Amma gave Mukshi two idlis, one banana, and a small bottle of water.
“Don’t go too far,” she said, tying his shoelaces.

“Just near the big trees,” Mukshi said.
But in his heart, he wanted to ride a little more.

He put Daksh’s cage in the front basket of his bicycle.
“Let’s go!” he said, and started to pedal.

🚲🌲🌳 ⋯ ⋯ ⋯

🌿 The Forest Changes

At first, the road looked normal.
Dusty, with coconut trees on both sides.
Birds flew above. A small squirrel ran across.

But after some time, the houses disappeared.
The trees became taller. The road became quiet.

Mukshi looked around. “Where are we now?” he asked softly.

🏝️ 🚵 🐿️⋯ ⋯ ⋯

🗣️ The Parrot Speaks

Suddenly, he heard a voice. “Stop.”

Mukshi pressed the brakes. “Ahhh! Who said that?” he looked around.

“Here,” the voice said again.

Mukshi looked at Daksh.  
Daksh looked back at him.

“Was that… you?” Mukshi asked.
Daksh blinked. “Yes,” he said.

“Whaaaat? You can talk?”
“Yes,” Daksh said again, calmly.

“This is a special place. In this forest, some things are different.”

🦜😆👦 ⋯ ⋯ ⋯

🌱 A Tiny Thank You

Mukshi didn’t understand everything. But he was happy.

They kept riding slowly.

Soon, Daksh said, “Look. Over there.”

They saw a small ant.
She was stuck on a big leaf, turned upside down.

“She looks tired,” Daksh said.

Mukshi got down from his bicycle.
He bent down and gently helped the ant get off the leaf.

The ant walked away.
She didn’t talk, but she moved one tiny leg—like saying thank you.

🐜🐜🍂🍂 ⋯ ⋯ ⋯

“That’s it?” Mukshi asked.

“Yes,” Daksh said. “Helping once is sometimes enough.“

🫶🫶 ⋯ ⋯ ⋯

🕊️ Quiet Heroes

They didn’t see any lions.
No kings.
No flying birds with crowns.

Just a small ant.
And a parrot who spoke.

That was more than enough.

😊😊😊 ⋯ ⋯ ⋯

At home, Amma asked, “So, what did you see?”

Mukshi smiled. “Just trees.”

He looked at Daksh.

Daksh blinked twice.
That meant:
“We’ll go again tomorrow.”

Daksh smiled, too. Even parrots like quiet heroes.

🏠😊🕊️🌿 ⋯ ⋯ ⋯

✨ One Small Moment

Some days feel normal. But one small moment can become a story.
And one small story can become the beginning of something big.

This is my 1st Kids Story of Series named “Mukshi & Daksh: The Forest Road” – A gentle journey through an endless forest, where small encounters spark big lessons.


🧑🏽‍🏫 How I Teach, Guide, and Mentor—Wherever I Am, Even in Small Moments

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These days, I’ve started to notice how I guide others—and why I do it differently than before.

It’s not something I planned.
It’s not something I learned in one place.
It came from years of seeing, learning, making mistakes, and slowly understanding:

“When someone trusts you to guide them—even for five minutes—it matters how you show up.”

Now, whether I’m reviewing work, answering a question, teaching something new, or correcting a mistake—
I do it differently than I used to.

I slow down.
I try to understand what they already know, where they’re stuck.
I don’t explain to show what I know.
I explain so they can move forward with more clarity and less doubt.

I don’t give everything at once.
Sometimes I wait.
Sometimes I just ask something back—to help them think through it themselves.

Because it’s not about giving answers.
It’s about helping them believe they can find the next one.
——

The label doesn’t matter.
It might be called mentoring at work.
It might be called parenting at home.
It might just be a one-time interaction with someone younger or unsure.

But for me, it’s all the same work:

“To help people learn—not just what to do,
but how to trust themselves more as they do it.”
——

I’ve also learned not to over-correct.
If something’s wrong, I say it directly—but with care.
Not because I want to soften the truth,
but because I’ve seen that how you speak often stays longer than what you said.

Even when someone doesn’t ask for guidance directly,
I try to notice.
If someone’s lost, quiet, or unsure—I just let them know I’m here.
That small check-in sometimes opens the door.
——

You don’t need to lead a team to do this.
You don’t need to call yourself a mentor.
If you’ve ever explained something to someone, or helped them understand better—
you’ve already started this work.

The question is: “how will you keep doing it?”
It’s not about time.
It’s about intention.
A small sentence. A moment of patience.
The right pause before correction.
The confidence you pass without saying much.
All that matters.
——

Still learning from every time I guide.
Still improving how I explain.
Still staying with it—one question, one step, one person at a time.

Still adding my digit.
—from me,
Lekshmana

🔹Side note:
My approach to guidance, characterised by calmness, clarity, and care, consistently applies across all interactions.
This includes both day-to-day moments and more focused guidance like skill development, career pathing, or navigating difficult choices.
The way I hold it doesn’t change.

🌱 Even Small Moments Carry Joy—If You Let Them

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I don’t think joy announces itself.
It doesn’t come with music or milestones.
It comes in the middle of regular days—
if you stay close enough to notice.

It’s something I had to learn to see.
Not all at once—but slowly, over time.

For me, it shows up in many places:

When someone on my team gets recognized, and they look a little surprised but proud

When a friend calls just to ask, “Are you okay?”

When a small act of help actually reaches someone who needed it—not for thanks, just to know they felt supported

When my son says something wild, and I pause—not just to laugh, but to admire how he sees the world

When I sit in silence without guilt

When someone says, “Because of what you said that day, I tried again.”

These aren’t rewards.
They’re reminders.
That I’m still part of something—quietly, meaningfully.

That doesn’t mean joy is always sitting in front of me.

Some days I feel flat.
Some days I overthink.
Some days I keep doing, without feeling much.

But even on those days—joy isn’t gone.
It’s just quiet. Waiting. Somewhere under everything else.
And the more I stay close to what matters, the more often it returns.

Not as noise.
As presence.

Joy isn’t something I perform.
It’s something I protect.

I don’t chase it.
I notice it.
In little things I’m part of.
In small good that keeps moving through people.
In effort that feels real, even when no one sees it.

And over time, I’ve learned—this kind of joy doesn’t fade easily.
Because it’s not tied to big wins.
It’s built from small truths, lived fully.

That’s the kind I’m holding now.

Still learning.
Still living through it.
Still adding my digit.

– from me,
Lekshmana

🪨 The Three Words I’ve Been Carrying Since 17

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There was no speech.
No ceremony.
Just three words, written in chalk on a school blackboard during my HSC days:

பணிவு · ஒழுக்கம் · முயற்சி
(Humility · Discipline · Hardwork)

They weren’t explained.
They were just there—every day.
And somehow, they stayed longer than any lesson.

At the time, I didn’t understand them as values.
I didn’t even think much about them.
But life has a quiet way of showing you what really matters—especially when things are unclear.

These words didn’t give me shortcuts.
They gave me something more reliable:
a direction.

Not a formula.
A foundation.

⸻

What they really mean—still:

பணிவு (Humility)
Keeps you teachable.
It clears space inside you to actually learn.
Without it, you defend your mistakes.
With it, you improve without ego.
Humility doesn’t lower you.
It holds you steady.

ஒழுக்கம் (Discipline)
Isn’t about control.
It’s about returning.
When you’re not motivated, when you’re tired, when nothing is urgent—
discipline is what still brings you to the right place.
Without asking why.

முயற்சி (Hardwork)
Isn’t loud.
It doesn’t always bring results quickly.
But it keeps you in motion.
Not just tasks—but care, patience, decisions you don’t want to make but still do.
It’s how you build things that last—even when no one’s clapping.

⸻

These aren’t just words.
They’ve become part of how I move, think, lead, parent, and write.
They shaped how I ask questions.
How I bounce back.
How I handle success quietly and mistakes without excuse.

I don’t follow them perfectly.
But I still try to follow them—consistently.

⸻

Why they still matter:

Because the world keeps changing.
New systems. New noise. New advice.
But when things go quiet again,
you still have to know how to live from the inside out.

These three words are enough for that.

They help you move forward when nothing feels clear.
They help you correct yourself without shame.
They help you build something real—without waiting to feel ready.

Not because someone is watching.
Not because it’ll make you stand out.
But because this is how good things are built—quietly, and one step at a time.

If nothing else stays,
these three will.

Still learning.
Still trying to follow.
Still adding my digit.
– from me,
Lekshmana

🙏🏽 A quiet thanks to my HSC teacher, Mr. Iyappan sir—
the one who wrote the words and mentored the version of me I’m still becoming.

🎒 சிறு வயதிலிருந்து என்னோட கூட வந்த மூன்று வார்த்தைகள்

HSC படிக்கும் காலம்.. class-
blackboard-ல
chalk-ஆ எழுதப்பட்டிருந்த
மூன்று வார்த்தைகள்:

பணிவு · ஒழுக்கம் · முயற்சி

அவை எதற்காகன்னு
அப்போ யாரும் விளக்கல.

ஆனா தினமும் கண்ணுக்கு படிச்சதால,
அந்த வார்த்தைகள்
மனசுல ஆழமா பதிஞ்சுடிச்சு.

அந்த வயசுல
இவை வாழ்க்கை மதிப்புகள்னு
எனக்கு புரியல.

அவ்வளவா கவனிக்கவும் இல்லை.
ஆனா வாழ்க்கை
மெல்ல மெல்ல
எது உண்மையா முக்கியம்னு
நமக்கு சொல்லிக்கொடுத்துக்கிட்டே போகுது.

இந்த மூன்று வார்த்தைகள்
shortcut எதையும் கொடுக்கல.
ஆனா
நான் எந்த வழி போகணும்னு
ஒரு தெளிவை கொடுத்தது.

கணக்கு இல்ல.
அடித்தளம்.

⸻

இன்றைக்கும் அவை என்ன சொல்லுது?

பணிவு

நம்மை கற்றுக்கொள்ளத் தயார் பண்ணும்.
தவறுகளை மறைக்காமல்
திருத்திக்கொள்ள உதவும்.
பணிவு நம்மை தாழ்த்தாது —
நம்மை நிலைநிறுத்தும்.

ஒழுக்கம்

கட்டுப்பாடு பற்றி மட்டும் இல்லை.
மனம் சோர்ந்த நாள்ல கூட
திரும்ப சரியான பாதைக்கு வருவது தான்.
யாரும் பார்க்காத நேரத்துல கூட
சரி என்று தெரிஞ்சதை
செய்ய வைக்கும் பழக்கம்.

முயற்சி

சத்தமில்லாமல் நடக்கும்.
உடனே பலன் தராம இருக்கலாம்.
ஆனா நம்மை நிறுத்தி விடாது.
விட மனசில்லாத முடிவுகளையும்
எடுத்து செல்லும் தைரியம் இதுதான்.
நீண்ட நாள் நிலைக்கும் விஷயங்கள்
அப்படித்தான் உருவாகும்.

⸻

இவை வெறும் வார்த்தைகள் இல்லை.
நான் யோசிக்கும் விதம்,
நடந்து கொள்வது,
பொறுப்பு ஏற்கும் விதம்,
ஒரு பெற்றோராக இருப்பது —
எல்லாத்திலும் கலந்து விட்டது.

எல்லா நாளும்
சரியாக பின்பற்றுகிறேன்னு சொல்ல முடியாது.
ஆனா
முயற்சி நிறுத்தல.

⸻

இன்னைக்கும் ஏன் அவை முக்கியம்?

உலகம் மாறிக்கிட்டே இருக்கு.
புது யோசனைகள்,
புது சத்தங்கள்.
ஆனா எல்லாம் அமைதியான பிறகு,
நம்ம உள்ளுக்குள்ள இருந்து
எப்படி வாழணும்னு
தெரிஞ்சிருக்கணும்.

அதுக்கு
இந்த மூன்று போதும்.

குழப்பத்துல கூட
முன்னேற உதவும்.
தவறுகளை அவமானம் இல்லாம
சரி செய்ய உதவும்.
தயார் இல்லாத நேரத்துல கூட
உண்மையான விஷயங்களை
கட்ட ஆரம்பிக்க உதவும்.

எவரும் பார்க்கிறார்களா என்பதற்காக இல்லை.
வேறுபட்டு தெரிஞ்சாகணும்னு இல்லை.
நல்ல விஷயங்கள்
அமைதியா,
ஒரு ஒரு படியா
அப்படித்தான் உருவாகும்.

எல்லாமே மாறினாலும்,
இந்த மூன்று
என்னோட கூட தான் இருக்கும்.

இன்னும் கற்றுக்கிட்டே இருக்கேன்.
இன்னும் முயற்சி பண்ணிக்கிட்டே இருக்கேன்.

— LP

🙏
அந்த நாள் blackboard-ல
இந்த வார்த்தைகளை எழுதி,
என்ன வாழ்க்கை பாதைக்கு வழி காட்ட ஆரம்பித்த
என் HSC ஆசிரியர்
ஐயப்பன் ஐயா அவர்களுக்கு
மனமார்ந்த நன்றி.

🌀 Like Pi, the Good Things Never End

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π

There’s something quietly magical about Pi.

It never ends. It never repeats.
It keeps going, calmly, infinitely—digit by digit.

And somewhere along those endless decimals, there’s a lesson for us.

Because not every act has to be big to matter.
Like a tiny digit in Pi, what you do might feel small—too small to notice, too small to count.
But it builds.
And builds.
And eventually… becomes something.

⸻

– Teach your children what kindness looks like.
Not just how to succeed—but how to be honest, how to give, how to pause.

– Try to do something good today.
And if you can’t, at least don’t add to the harm.

– Respect people—not for what they do, but for who they are.

– Give a small part of your time to someone else.
Even a moment of care continues longer than we think.

These are only a few.
What you do may look different.
That’s still a digit.


“Start where you are.
Use what you know.
Do it quietly.”

That’s how the future is shaped.

⸻

None of these feel like breakthroughs.
But they are the decimals. They are the digits.
They are how change really works.

Not always with applause.
But always with impact.

Like Pi, progress grows when passed forward—digit by digit.
You don’t have to finish the sequence.
You just have to continue it—in your space, in your way.

How?

By staying aware.
By choosing the slightly better act.
By showing, quietly, what care looks like.

Future generations won’t just thank the big names in history.
They’ll live better because of the quiet people who moved forward without waiting for reward.

So if you’re wondering whether the small good things you do are worth it…
They are.

Especially when you keep going.

⸻

That’s it for now.
Just trying to add my digit.
– from me, Lekshmana

Who I am-

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Some days, you show up as a mentor.
Some days, you question everything.
Some days, you lead.
Some days, you sit silently and reflect on the people who helped you rise.

The last few days, I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am—
Not in a resume format, but as a whole person.

I come from a village where I struggled to understand English.
Today, I mentor young engineers and help lead global-scale software delivery.
The journey? It’s been anything but straight.

My earliest confidence didn’t come from tech.
It came from math.
Solving problems gave me clarity before I had language for it.
That same mindset helped me later learn code, systems, and leadership.

I didn’t start with confidence. I earned it.
I didn’t know how to code. I learned by doing, breaking, and rebuilding.
I didn’t plan to lead a team. But I showed up every day, listened, failed, learned—and kept going.

Somewhere between code reviews and mentoring calls, I realized:
Leadership isn’t about having all the answers.
It’s about being available, being real, and being willing to evolve.

If you’re on a path that still feels unclear, trust me—
You’re not behind.

You’re just becoming.

Let’s keep growing. Together.
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