[I happened to share this beautiful story in our Laddership circle.] Jignasha was sitting on the banks of river Ganga attempting to write her first Laddership reflection. Just then a child came by selling flowers and wheat balls to feed the fish. One went and another came by and then another one. So, she thought to herself that these kids are here to tell her something. She put her laptop aside and started having a conversation with them. One came and started telling her all these stories and... read full story