🌅 A Morning with Questions

Mukshi and Daksh rode along the forest path.
The sun was slow. The road was quiet.

“I wonder if we’ll find anything today,” Mukshi said.
Daksh blinked once. That meant: “Let’s see.”

🌊 A New Stop

They heard the sound of water.
“A river!” Mukshi smiled.

They followed the sound and reached the edge.
The river was gentle, wide, and full of tiny ripples.

Near the water, stood an old buffalo.
It wasn’t moving. Just watching the river.

Mukshi walked closer. “Are you okay?” he asked.
No answer.
“Do you need help?” he asked again.

The buffalo blinked slowly. “I’m just listening to the river,” it said.
Mukshi was surprised. “Listening? To what?”

“To the stories,” the buffalo said.
“This river carries voices. From the hills, the trees, the clouds.”

🌾 A New Kind of Help

Mukshi sat down beside the buffalo.
He listened too.

The river made soft sounds.
Like humming. Like whispering. Like breathing.

He didn’t speak. He just stayed.

After some time, the buffalo said, “Thank you for sitting. Most don’t.”

Mukshi smiled. “I thought I had to do something.”
“You did,” the buffalo said. “You waited. You listened.”

🕊️ The Ride Back

As they rode back, Mukshi didn’t talk much.
He looked at the trees. The sky. The breeze.

Daksh blinked twice.
That meant: “We heard something today. Even without words.”

Sometimes, we rush to help.
Sometimes, we speak too soon.
But the wisest ones often teach without asking.
Just by being there.

Sit. Wait. Listen.
That’s also a way to grow.