Ripple effect -06
Mrs. Ramya Sethu Ram M.E
Hello Readers,
Some mornings begin not with a plan, but with a feeling. Before a word is spoken, before a to-do list is touched—there is something quietly stirring inside.Emotions that arrive even before the day properly begins.
As soon as you wake, your emotions begin to move—some softly, others with urgency.They travel beside us, not just within, but all around!
In a single day, we witness joy, frustration, stillness, kindness, worry, and wonder—all quietly coexisting.What if emotions are just like seasons?
Not good or bad. Not right or wrong.Just present. Just passing!!
The SKY on the bus: Have you ever sat on a bus during a morning ride—letting your thoughts quiet down—and simply watched the world unfold around you?
Inside that moving space, a full year of seasons reveals itself.
Not in the sky, but in people!!
Summer – When Emotions Rise:
Summer doesn’t hide. It arrives loud, impatient, and sometimes uncomfortable.
There is the conductor, raising his voice at a passenger who didn’t hand over the exact change. His words are sharp. The heat of irritation rises early in the day.Just then, two passengers begin to argue over a seat—one claiming it was reserved, the other refusing to move. Voices rise, heads turn, the air thickens.Like summer, these emotions burst through the calm, uninvited but undeniable.
Autumn – When Grace Moves Quietly
Amidst the tension, someone quietly stands up and offers their seat to an elderly woman.No dramatic gesture. No words. Just a quiet shift.Like leaves falling without sound, this simple act brings a hush—reminding us that kindness, too, can arrive without asking for attention.Autumn, in its simplest form.
Spring – When Joy Finds a Way
A group of school children climb aboard, laughing, handing their bags to one another, balancing on swaying feet.They chatter about the class test, the teacher they like, and who forgot their homework. Joy bubbling like fresh blossoms after rain.
In another corner, a young man taps his foot to music through his headphones.He is writing something in a notebook, smiling quietly to himself.A private spring blooming in the middle of a moving crowd.
Winter – When Stillness Holds Us
Near the window, an elderly man sits alone, his hands resting on a worn-out bag.
He stares outside as trees pass by, but his eyes seem elsewhere.There is a stillness around him—not cold, but calm.Perhaps he is remembering something.A quiet winter of the heart—slow, inward, thoughtful.
…Contd in Aalumai Sirpi Magazine
