Impossible is also be called as i am possible......

In the bustling city of Chennai, nestled amidst the chaos and rhythm of everyday life, stood a small, serene garden tended by an elderly gardener named Mr. Kumar. Mr. Kumar was known throughout his neighborhood for his green thumb and gentle wisdom. His garden was a sanctuary of lush greenery and vibrant flowers, a peaceful retreat from the urban hustle.

One warm summer, a young boy named Arjun moved to Chennai with his family. Arjun was curious and energetic, always eager to learn and explore. He often watched Mr. Kumar from his window, fascinated by the way the old man nurtured his plants. One day, mustering his courage, Arjun walked up to Mr. Kumar as he was tending to his roses.

“Good morning, sir,” Arjun greeted politely. “Your garden is beautiful! How do you make everything grow so well?”

Mr. Kumar looked up, his eyes crinkling into a smile. “Good morning, young man. Thank you! It takes patience, care, and trust. Plants need time to grow, just like people.”

Arjun’s eyes sparkled with interest. “Can I help you in the garden? I want to learn how to make things grow.”

Mr. Kumar nodded warmly. “Of course, Arjun. Let’s start with something simple.” He handed Arjun a small packet of seeds. “These are mango seeds. We’ll plant them together.”

They selected a sunny spot in the garden and dug a small hole. Arjun carefully placed the seeds into the earth, covering them gently with soil. “What happens next?” he asked eagerly.

“Now, we water them,” Mr. Kumar said, guiding Arjun as he poured water over the freshly planted seeds. “And then we wait. We trust that they will grow.”

Every day, Arjun visited the garden, watching the spot where they had planted the seeds. He watered them diligently, just as Mr. Kumar had shown him. But after a week, he grew impatient. The seeds showed no sign of sprouting. One morning, frustrated and curious, Arjun decided to dig up one of the seeds to see if it was growing.

Mr. Kumar caught him in the act and gently stopped him. “Arjun, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice kind but firm.

“I just wanted to see if the seed was growing,” Arjun confessed, his face flushed with embarrassment. “It’s been a week, and nothing has happened.”

Mr. Kumar sat down beside him, his eyes thoughtful. “Arjun, let me tell you a story. When I was a young boy, just like you, I was impatient with my garden. I wanted to see results quickly, so I often dug up my seeds to check if they were growing. But you see, plants need time. They need trust. If we keep disturbing them, they’ll never grow.”

Arjun listened intently as Mr. Kumar continued. “Growth happens beneath the surface, where we cannot see. Roots are forming, taking hold in the soil, gathering strength to break through. Just because we don’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not happening.”

Mr. Kumar’s words sank in, and Arjun realized his mistake. He nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kumar. I won’t dig up the seeds again.”

Mr. Kumar smiled and patted his shoulder. “That’s the spirit, Arjun. Trust in the process. Keep watering and caring for the seeds, and give them time. They will grow.”

From that day on, Arjun followed Mr. Kumar’s advice. He resisted the urge to check on the seeds and instead focused on nurturing them with care and patience. Weeks turned into months, and Arjun’s diligence never wavered.

One bright morning, as Arjun was watering the garden, he noticed a tiny green sprout emerging from the soil. His heart leaped with joy. “Mr. Kumar! Look! The seeds are growing!”

Mr. Kumar joined him, his face beaming with pride. “See, Arjun? Your patience and trust have paid off. The tree is starting its journey.”

As the months passed, the small sprout grew into a sturdy sapling. Arjun continued to care for it, understanding now that true growth required time and trust. He learned that the best things in life cannot be rushed and that nurturing something with love and patience yields the most rewarding results.

Years later, the mango tree stood tall and strong in Mr. Kumar’s garden, bearing sweet, juicy fruit. Arjun, now a young man, often sat under its shade, remembering the valuable lesson he had learned. He shared the story with friends and family, passing on Mr. Kumar’s wisdom to everyone he met.

In the heart of Chennai, the tree became a symbol of patience and trust, a testament to the power of letting things grow in their own time. And whenever someone admired the tree’s abundant fruit, Arjun would smile and tell them about the lesson he learned from a wise old gardener and a little seed that grew into something wonderful.