The Perfect Pebble
The Perfect Pebble An old man named Ravi lived by the sea, spending his days collecting pebbles along the shore. Every morning, he would walk barefoot, picking up smooth stones, feeling their weight, and tossing the dull ones back into the waves. One day, a curious boy named Aryan watched him. "Why do you do this every day, Grandpa?" he asked. Ravi smiled. "I search for the perfect pebble." Aryan frowned. "But the ocean has millions! How can you ever find the perfect one?" Ravi chuckled, handing the boy a stone. "Feel this—rough, right? But over time, the waves polish it, just like life shapes us. Some stones crack under pressure, while others become smooth and beautiful." The boy turned the pebble in his palm. "So, does that mean life is about becoming the perfect stone?" Ravi shook his head. "No, Aryan. Life is about embracing the journey, the tides that shape us, and learning which pebbles to keep and which to let ...