Satish and the Silent
Strength
Satish was a middle-aged executive
living in a busy metro city. He lived in a small but neat apartment with his
wife Anjali, a schoolteacher, and their cheerful ten-year-old daughter, Uma.
Life was simple. Mornings were a rush of tiffins, school bags, and office bags.
Evenings were filled with homework, dinner, and laughter.
Satish had a bad back. Some days were
better, some worse. But he never complained. He managed with a smile, a hot
water bag, and the quiet support of his loving family. His life wasn’t perfect,
but he always said, “God has given me more than I deserve.”
Every morning, before the world woke
up, Satish spent ten minutes at his tiny prayer corner. A small lamp, a few
idols, and a well-worn copy of the Bhagavad Gita rested there. He would sit
cross-legged, close his eyes, and chant softly. It wasn’t a long ritual - just
a few minutes of silence and surrender.
His wife once asked him, “Do you think
all this really changes anything?”
He smiled and replied, “Maybe not outside, but it changes everything inside.”
Satish believed in the power of prayer
- not as a way to ask for miracles, but as a way to find strength. On tough
days, when his back hurt or work overwhelmed him, those few minutes helped him
stay calm. He didn’t pray to avoid problems. He prayed to face them better.
On weekends, he took Uma to a nearby
temple. Not for long sermons, but just to sit in silence. “Listen to your
breath,” he would say. “That’s where peace begins.” Slowly, Uma started to
enjoy those moments. She would light a diya and whisper a small wish. Sometimes
for her exams. Sometimes for her mother’s health.
Prayer became a habit in their home.
It wasn’t loud or elaborate. It was quiet, sincere, and filled with gratitude.
Even during festivals, their rituals were simple. Aarti, sweets, and prayers
said with love.
One day, Satish had a bad spasm. He
had to stay in bed for a week. But he never seemed frustrated. He smiled,
prayed, and even guided Uma through her studies lying down. “This too shall
pass,” he whispered, as his fingers gently touched his prayer beads.
When he recovered, his doctor
remarked, “Your positivity really helps with healing.”
Satish simply nodded. He knew where that strength came from.
Prayer didn’t take away his back pain
or solve every problem. But it gave him clarity, patience, and peace. It helped
him stay kind when he was tired, and hopeful when things went wrong.
For Satish, prayer was not about
asking. It was about thanking. It was not about changing life. It was about
changing how he lived it.
And in that quiet strength, Satish
discovered life’s true power.
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