Siva had a boy. Sudesh had a girl. Both were caring fathers. But their hearts… they were shaped differently.
Siva seemed stronger, louder somehow. There was pride in his voice, the kind that says, “I’ll raise him to be strong.”
Sudesh changed differently. Softer. Gentler. He used to talk so fast, always in a hurry. Now… it was different. Even when a customer shouted, he didn’t snap. Somehow, he just stayed calm. There was peace in the way he moved. Calm. Quiet.
Children changed us in different ways. My sons made me stronger.
I grew up with one brother and four sisters. Boys don’t run in my family a lot, so there was a lot to learn from and about them.
