A dusty cricket uniform. A tired kid. And a life lesson I didn’t expect.

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Yesterday evening at home, I found myself unusually quiet.
Not the peaceful kind of silence…
but the kind where your mind is running in loops.

A complex issue at work had completely taken over my thoughts.
The more I tried to solve it, the more complicated it felt.

Just then, my 13-year-old son walked in from his cricket coaching.
He was supposed to be in his white uniform…But now it had turned a shade of brown—dust, sweat, and effort written all over it.

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