🌱 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.
🚲☀️🌳⋯ ⋯ ⋯
🌿 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.”
Lekshmana Perumal Murugan 