At dawn, India is quiet. The air carries incense, the rustle of neem leaves, the promise of a new day. Two boys stand before a home temple, their eyes fixed on something distant.
A dream.
One boy’s breath clouds in the morning chill. The other shifts his feet on the stone.
Courage is often misunderstood. We think it is loud, defiant, and dramatic. Yet real courage is quieter. It is the stillness that keeps a dream alive—even when rain falls, voices doubt, or paths vanish.
Courage is the lamp that doesn’t flicker in the monsoon wind. It is the patience to keep walking when no one is watching. It is the refusal to abandon what matters, even when the world calls it impossible.
In India, courage has always worn silence well. The sage who meditates for years. The farmer sowing before the rain. The mother whispering prayers at dawn. These too are warriors—rooted, present, unshaken.
The gate may be closed. The path may be uncertain. But the dream is still alive. And holding it gently, day after day, that is courage.
So ask yourself, in the stillness of morning: What dream calls me, even if I am afraid?
Do not rush for answers. Let silence hold you. That, too, is courage.
The Courage to Dream
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