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How Mother Divine Guided Me to Dedicate My Work to Her, Expecting Nothing from Society.
It was a quiet evening, and I, Atul, decided to take a walk to clear my mind. Life had been a whirlwind lately—trying to balance writing, helping others, and dealing with the subtle sting of feeling unappreciated by society. No matter how much effort I put in, recognition felt like a distant dream. That evening, I was restless, questioning whether my work even mattered.
As I strolled through a small park on the outskirts of my town, I noticed a faint glow near an old banyan tree. Curious, I approached, and to my astonishment, a divine figure appeared—graceful, radiant, and full of motherly love. It was Mother Divine herself.
“Why are you troubled, my child?” she asked, her voice as soothing as a lullaby.
I...
As I strolled through a small park on the outskirts of my town, I noticed a faint glow near an old banyan tree. Curious, I approached, and to my astonishment, a divine figure appeared—graceful, radiant, and full of motherly love. It was Mother Divine herself.
“Why are you troubled, my child?” she asked, her voice as soothing as a lullaby.
I...
