When Humility Becomes the Highest Medal
When Humility Becomes the Highest Medal A Morning at Priyadarshini Park Opening Silence has its own language. That morning, before the city fully awakened, I found myself listening to it. The Incident This morning felt unusually calm, as if time itself had decided to slow down. I reached Priyadarshini Park around 8:00 a.m . for our institute’s annual sports meet scheduled to begin at 9:00 a.m. What I encountered before the event was not just a venue—but a heavenly pocket of serenity , far away from honking roads and towering buildings. Lush green trees surrounded the jogging tracks. The vast sea stretched endlessly, its rhythmic waves forming perfect trigonometric curves , as if nature itself was teaching mathematics through motion. Athletes were practicing with full focus—running, stretching, jumping—each movement disciplined, purposeful, and sincere. Morning walkers, celebrities, and high-profile individuals blended seamlessly with athletes, performing light yoga and exercises. There...