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POSITIVE LIFE Every afternoon at exactly 2:15 PM, an elderly man named Sharmaji would walk into a small café. His order never changed. A small black coffee. The cheapest item on the menu. Then he would sit by the window for hours, quietly watching the world go by. Day after day. Week after week. Month after month. The café owner noticed him. His clothes were worn. His movements were slow. But he was always polite. Always grateful. Always careful to leave a few coins behind. One day, she quietly placed a slice of bread beside his coffee. Sharmaji looked surprised. "I didn't order this." "It's on the house," she smiled. He hesitated for a moment and softly replied, "Thank you." Soon, there was soup on some days. Dessert on others. Nothing extravagant. Just small acts of kindness. Slowly, Sharmaji began sharing pieces of his story. Two years earlier, he had lost his wife. The house had become painfully silent. One afternoon, he admitted something that touched the café owner deeply. "I don't like being at home when it's quiet. Here, there's life." After that, she understood. Sharmaji wasn't coming for coffee. He was coming for company. For warmth. For the feeling that he still belonged somewhere. Then one day, he didn't come. The next day, he didn't come either. Days became weeks. Yet every afternoon at 2:15 PM, the café owner found herself glancing at the door. Waiting. Hoping. A month later, a young woman entered the café. "My father used to come here," she said softly. The café owner's heart sank. She already knew. "He passed away last month." The daughter handed over an envelope. Inside was a letter. As the café owner opened it, tears filled her eyes. It read: "You gave me more than coffee. After my wife died, the days became very long. Your café gave me a reason to wake up each morning. Thank you for letting an old man take up space." Along with the letter was a small cheque. "For the kindness fund," his daughter explained. That evening, the café owner sat quietly at Sharmaji's empty table. For the first time, she understood something profound. The greatest gift we can give someone is not money. Not advice. Not solutions. Sometimes it is simply making them feel that they matter. That they belong. That their presence is welcome. Today, a small sign hangs near Sharmaji's favourite table: "If you need a warm place to sit, you are welcome here." Because sometimes the quietest people leave the loudest impact on our hearts. Every Monday, I share a POSITIVE LIFE story. Srikanth Matrubai | ARN-51423 | AMFI Registered Mutual Fund Distributor Disclaimer: Investments are subject to market risk. Please read all documents carefully before investing. HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD Srikanth Matrubai

*Husband and Wife: Life’s Final Companions - By G.Venkatesh.* Marriage is not the story of two faces smiling in photographs. It is the story of two lives inside the same home that break a thousand times, yet quietly stitch themselves back together without the world knowing. Between husband and wife, there isn’t just love. There is anger. There is ego.There is hurt. There are days of silence where no one speaks. There is the wife’s pain that says, “He will never change.” There is the husband’s ache that says, “She never understands me.” Yet, look at the irony. The same wife wakes up at the sound of the door when her husband comes home late. The same husband, even when angry, places a plate in front of her if he learns she hasn’t eaten. This is what marriage is called. When children are small, the house is full. Parents dissolve themselves in their studies, weddings, jobs, grandchildren. But one day, the children move on with their own lives. Slowly, the house empties. Then, only two remain. That same snoring that once irritated you if it goes unheard one day, tears well up. That same voice you scolded with “Don’t talk so much” if it falls silent forever one day, the very walls of the house feel empty. After they’re gone, someone will come to offer condolences. But no one can fill the empty space on the bed at night. No one can bring back the hand that gave you medicine, the voice that asked “Have you eaten?”, the eyes that hid care behind anger. So remember, the best couple is not the one that never fights. The best couple is the one that doesn’t walk away even after the fight. In marriage, adjustment is bigger than love. Patience is bigger than adjustment. And bigger than patience, is the heart that stays together till the very end. Mischief, shyness, fights, silence, hardship, joy, tears, laughter, compromise all of these together make marriage sacred. *Realize your partner’s worth while they are alive. Because respect given while living is more sacred than the tears shed after death.* *In life, you never get a perfect partner. But there is no greater blessing than a partner who accepts imperfections and stays with you till the end.*

One ordinary afternoon in Brooklyn, New York, a man named Marcel Sternberger boarded a crowded train. He had never taken that route before. In fact, he almost wasn't there at all. He was returning after visiting a sick friend. As he stepped into the packed compartment, a single seat unexpectedly became vacant. Marcel sat down. Next to him was a stranger reading a Polish newspaper. Marcel understood Polish. Trying to make conversation, he asked, "Looking for a job?" The man looked up and quietly replied, "No... I am looking for my wife." Those seven words changed everything. The stranger introduced himself as Bela Paskin, a Hungarian Jew who had survived World War II. During the chaos of the war, he had been separated from his wife. She had disappeared. Nobody knew whether she had survived Auschwitz or escaped elsewhere. For years he searched, refusing to give up hope. As Bela spoke, Marcel felt a strange chill. Just days earlier, at a gathering, he had met a Hungarian woman who had shared a remarkably similar story. She too had survived the war. She too had lost contact with her husband. And Marcel had written down her name. Trying to remain calm, he asked, "What is your wife's name?" "Bela Paskin," the man answered. No. That was his name. Marcel quickly corrected himself. "What is her name?" "Maria Paskin." His heart started pounding. He reached into his pocket and checked the note. The same name. The same town. The same story. At the very next station, Marcel asked Bela to get off the train with him. Confused but trusting, Bela followed him to a telephone booth. Marcel dialed a number. A woman answered. "Is this Maria Paskin?" "Yes." "What was your husband's name?" "Bela Paskin." For a moment, Marcel could hardly breathe. Then he handed the phone to Bela and softly said, "Maria is on the line." Imagine that moment. A husband and wife separated by war. Years of uncertainty. Years of grief. Years of wondering whether the other was even alive. And then, because one man visited a sick friend, boarded a different train, found one empty seat, and started a casual conversation... they found each other again. Life often feels random. But sometimes events line up so perfectly that they remind us something beautiful is happening beyond what we can see. A delayed train. An empty seat. A simple question. And a family reunited. Every Monday, I share POSITIVE LIFE stories because the world still has countless reminders that hope should never be abandoned. HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD Srikanth Matrubai ARN-51423 AMFI Registered Mutual Fund Distributor Disclaimer: Investments are subject to market risk. Please read all documents carefully before investing.

Otters *hold hands while sleeping* — just so they *don’t drift apart* in water. They form a *“raft” of trust*, floating together, eyes closed, hearts connected. Even animals know — *strong bonds don’t happen by chance… they’re held tight* Next time you're afraid of drifting away from someone… *just hold hands*

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THE GREATEST GIFT IS SIMPLY WALKING BESIDE SOMEONE.... The year was 1994. The stadium was silent. The score after 120 minutes was still 0-0. Thousands of fans held their breath. Millions around the world watched without blinking. The referee pointed to the penalty spot. Roberto Baggio slowly picked up the ball. The ball was placed in front of Roberto Baggio, Italy's biggest star. He had carried Italy throughout the tournament. His goals had taken them past Nigeria, Spain and Bulgaria. Without him, Italy would never have reached the World Cup Final. Everything depended on that penalty kick. As he stood there, he told himself, "One more kick... for my country." He took the shot. . . . The ball flew over the crossbar. PENALTY KICK MISSED !! For a few seconds, time stood still. Brazil erupted in celebration. Baggio stood frozen. His teammates, the fans and an entire nation were heartbroken. For many people, that one missed kick became the image they remembered, even though he had been the hero who brought Italy to the final. Years later, Baggio admitted it remained a wound that never truly healed. Now fast forward more than two decades. Another man knew exactly how those five seconds felt. His name was Gareth Southgate. As a player, he too had missed an important penalty for England. He knew the loneliness, the guilt and the endless questions that follow a public mistake. When Southgate became England's coach, he made one small but beautiful change. He told his players that after every penalty, whether they scored or missed, a teammate would walk back with them. NO PLAYER WOULD EVER HAVE TO MAKE THAT LONELY WALK ALONE !! Such a simple idea. Such a powerful message. IF SUCCESS IS CELEBRATED TOGETHER., FAILURE TOO SHOULD BE CARRIED TOGETHER. Sometimes, the most powerful thing you can do for another human being is simply walk beside them when they believe the world has left them behind. Every Monday, I share POSITIVE LIFE stories because sometimes one conversation, one phone call, or one hug can change a lifetime. HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD Srikanth Matrubai ARN-51423 AMFI Registered Mutual Fund Distributor Disclaimer: Investments are subject to market risk. Please read all documents carefully before investing.

POSITIVE LIFE One busy afternoon, a well-dressed businessman was walking through a crowded marketplace. People rushed past an elderly vegetable seller sitting quietly beside a few unsold items. His clothes were old. His hands were rough from years of hard work. But there was something remarkable about him. He sat with dignity. Not begging. Not complaining. Just waiting for a customer. The businessman stopped, bought a few vegetables, and paid more than the asking price. The old man's eyes softened. Not because of the extra money. But because someone had treated him as a businessman, not an object of pity. Feeling good about his gesture, the businessman continued walking. A little further ahead, he entered a small roadside eatery run by a middle-aged woman. She cooked, served customers, cleaned tables, and managed everything herself. After finishing his meal, he again left extra money on the table. The woman immediately called him back. "Sir, you have paid too much." The businessman smiled. "Keep it." The woman gently pushed the money back. Then she said something he would never forget. "I run a business, not a charity. If you want to help me, come back again and bring more customers." For a few seconds, the businessman stood speechless. Two hardworking people. Two different situations. One powerful lesson. Most people do not want sympathy. They want opportunity. They do not want pity. They want respect. Sometimes we assume helping means giving money. But often the greatest gift is preserving someone's dignity. Buying from a small vendor. Referring a customer. Encouraging someone's work. Supporting their effort instead of feeling sorry for their circumstances. Because every human being carries an invisible treasure called self-respect. And when kindness protects that treasure instead of damaging it, it becomes truly meaningful. The next time you help someone, do it in a way that leaves them feeling stronger, not smaller. Every Monday, I share a POSITIVE LIFE story. Srikanth Matrubai | ARN-51423 | AMFI Registered Mutual Fund Distributor Disclaimer: Investments are subject to market risk. Please read all documents carefully before investing. HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD Srikanth Matrubai

A teacher named Gopal gave his adult students a strange assignment. "Go to someone you love and tell them you love them." Simple? Not for Rajesh. For five years, he hadn't properly spoken to his father. One argument had created a wall so high that neither side knew how to cross it. When Gopal gave the assignment, Rajesh was angry. "Who is he to interfere in my personal life?" he thought. But that night, while driving home, one face kept appearing in his mind. His father's. The next morning, Rajesh told his wife what he planned to do. She hugged him tightly. For the first time in their marriage, she saw him cry. That evening, Rajesh stood outside his father's house. His heart was racing. What if he was rejected? What if his father didn't care? What if the door never opened? Finally, the door opened. For a few seconds, neither spoke. Then Rajesh looked into his father's eyes and said softly, "Dad... I came to tell you something." A pause. "I love you." His father's tough expression melted instantly. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He pulled Rajesh into a hug and whispered, "I love you too, son. I just never knew how to say it." Years of silence disappeared in a single moment. Rajesh drove home feeling lighter than he had felt in years. Then came the shock. Just two days later, his father suffered a massive heart attack and slipped into unconsciousness. Nobody knew what would happen next. But Rajesh knew one thing with absolute certainty: He would never have to live with the regret of waiting too long. Life has a habit of giving us endless reasons to postpone important conversations. The problem is that life never tells us how much time is left. Every Monday, I share POSITIVE LIFE stories because sometimes one conversation, one phone call, or one hug can change a lifetime. HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD Srikanth Matrubai ARN-51423 AMFI Registered Mutual Fund Distributor Disclaimer: Investments are subject to market risk. Please read all documents carefully before investing.

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🌹 Blind Saint 🌹 Once, a king went hunting deep inside a forest with his soldiers and ministers. While chasing a deer, they got separated. As the king searched for his companions, he came upon a small hut where a blind saint was seated in meditation. The king asked, "Maharaj, have you noticed anyone passing this way?" The saint smiled and replied, "Yes. First your soldiers came, then your ministers, and now you have arrived. Continue on this path and you will soon meet them." The king was surprised. *"How could a blind man possibly know all this?"* he wondered. Following the saint's directions, he rode ahead and, exactly as foretold, found his soldiers first, then his ministers. The incident stayed in his mind. After returning from the hunt, the king visited the saint again. With folded hands, he asked, "Maharaj, please forgive my curiosity. You cannot see with your eyes. Then how did you know who was a soldier, who was a minister, and that I was the king?" The saint smiled gently. "My son, a person's identity is known more by their words than by their appearance." The king listened with great interest. The saint continued, "When your soldiers came, the way they spoke reflected impatience and authority. I understood they were ordinary soldiers." "A little later, your ministers arrived. Their words carried courtesy and respect. From their manner of speaking, I knew they belonged to a higher position." "Then you came. Your words were filled with humility and respect. I realized that only a true king speaks with dignity without losing his humility." The king stood silently, absorbing every word. The saint then pointed towards a nearby tree and asked, "Your Majesty, tell me... which branch bends the most?" The king replied, "The one bearing the most fruits." The saint smiled. "Exactly. Greatness is like that. The more fruitful the tree, the more it bends. Likewise, the greater the person, the more humble his speech becomes." The king bowed before the saint and said, "Today you have taught me a lesson that no royal court ever could." Before leaving, he instructed his ministers to take care of the saint's needs from the royal treasury. He returned to his palace—not only as a king, but as a wiser human being. LIFE LESSON People may forget our position, wealth or achievements, but they never forget the way we made them feel. Humility in speech, kindness in words and respect for others are the true marks of greatness. The sweetest fruit always grows on the branch that bends the lowest. So does true character. I share regularly positive stories so that you can start the day with courage, strength, positiveness to face the World. ALL THE VERY BEST. Srikanth Matrubai | ARN-51423 | AMFI Registered Mutual Fund Distributor Disclaimer: Investments are subject to market risk. Please read all documents carefully before investing.

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One Thursday morning, a 58-year-old biker named Mike started his usual 100-kilometre ride to a children's hospital. With tattoos covering his arms and a long beard, most people found him intimidating. But every week, he sat beside sick children and read them stories. One day he entered the room of seven-year-old Amara, a little girl battling stage-4 cancer. Her father had left before she was born. Her mother had abandoned her. For weeks, nobody had come to see her. As Mike read a story, Amara quietly asked, "Do you have children?" Mike's eyes filled with tears. Years earlier, he had lost his daughter in a car accident. Silence filled the room. Then Amara looked at him and asked a question that changed both their lives: "Will you be my daddy... until I die?" Mike froze. A thousand emotions rushed through his mind. Finally he whispered, "I would be honoured." Amara smiled and replied, "That's okay if you make mistakes. You can practice on me." From that day, Mike became more than a visitor. He became family. He legally became her guardian. His biker friends filled her room with toys, lights, laughter, and love. Months passed. Doctors began noticing something unexpected. The tumours were shrinking. Eighteen months later, Amara walked out of the hospital cancer-free. Today, she is a healthy teenager. Every Thursday, she rides on the back of Mike's motorcycle and returns to the same hospital—not as a patient, but to read stories to other children. Life teaches us something beautiful: Sometimes the greatest medicine isn't found in a bottle, a surgery, or a hospital room. Sometimes it arrives disguised as kindness from a stranger. Every Monday, I share POSITIVE LIFE stories because the world needs more reminders that humanity is still alive. HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD Srikanth Matrubai ARN-51423 AMFI Registered Mutual Fund Distributor Disclaimer: Investments are subject to market risk. Please read all documents carefully before investing.

POSITIVE LIFE An Indian professor visited Russia to study its education system. During his visit, he came across something that left him completely puzzled. In Russia, the highest score in an exam was 5. That was understandable. But what shocked him was this: Even a completely blank answer sheet received 2 marks. A blank paper. Two marks. The professor could not believe it. Surely, a student who writes nothing deserves zero? The question stayed in his mind until he finally asked a senior Russian educator. "How can you give marks to someone who has written absolutely nothing?" The educator smiled. Then he gave an answer the professor never forgot. "Zero means non-existence. As long as a student is standing in front of me, how can I call him zero?" The professor was silent. The educator continued. "Perhaps that child woke up before sunrise." "Perhaps he travelled through snow and freezing weather." "Perhaps he studied but became nervous." "Perhaps he tried and failed." "But how can one bad day erase all the effort that brought him here?" Then he said something even more powerful. "A teacher's job is not to convince a child that he is nothing. A teacher's job is to help him believe he can stand up and try again." The professor later admitted that this conversation changed the way he looked at education. And perhaps it changes the way we should look at people too. How quickly we give labels. Failure. Average. Not good enough. Finished. But a person is never equal to one result. One exam cannot measure a life. One mistake cannot define a future. One bad chapter cannot decide the entire story. Some of the most successful people in the world have failed interviews, lost businesses, repeated exams, and faced rejection after rejection. What kept them moving was not talent alone. It was hope. And sometimes all a person needs is someone who refuses to give up on them. The next time you see someone struggling, remember this Russian teacher. Instead of asking, "Why did you fail?" Perhaps ask, "How can I help you try again?" Because people grow best not when they are judged, but when they are encouraged. Every Monday, I share a POSITIVE LIFE story. Srikanth Matrubai | ARN-51423 | AMFI Registered Mutual Fund Distributor Disclaimer: Investments are subject to market risk. Please read all documents carefully before investing. HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD Srikanth Matrubai

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POSITIVE LIFE Many years ago, a Guru sat beneath a large banyan tree surrounded by his disciples. The morning was calm. Birds chirped softly. A cool breeze moved through the leaves. Without saying a word, the Guru picked up a stick and drew a long straight line on the ground. The disciples watched curiously. The Guru then smiled and gave them a challenge. "Make this line shorter. But remember, you must not touch it, erase it, or alter it in any way." The disciples immediately gathered around the line. Some stared at it intensely. Some whispered among themselves. Others walked around it, hoping to discover a hidden answer. Minutes passed. The confidence on their faces slowly turned into confusion. How can something become shorter if it cannot be touched? One disciple even sighed and said, "Guruji, this is impossible." The Guru simply smiled and remained silent. After a long time, one young disciple quietly stepped forward. He did not touch the original line. Instead, he bent down and drew another line beside it. This new line was much longer. The moment he stood up, every disciple understood. The Guru's line had not changed. Not even by a fraction. Yet now, standing beside the longer line, it looked smaller. The Guru's eyes lit up. "You have understood today's lesson," he said gently. "Many people spend their lives trying to erase their past. They fight old failures. They replay old mistakes. They carry old disappointments in their hearts and keep wishing those lines had never been drawn." The disciples listened carefully. The Guru continued. "But some lines cannot be erased. Some chapters cannot be rewritten. The wiser path is not to keep staring at the old line. The wiser path is to draw a bigger one." Years later, the disciples would remember those words. Because life eventually teaches all of us the same lesson. A failed business can be followed by a successful one. A broken relationship can be followed by a beautiful one. A painful setback can become the reason for an extraordinary comeback. The past does not become smaller because it disappears. It becomes smaller because you become bigger. So if there is something in your life that still hurts, still disappoints, or still reminds you of what went wrong, stop trying to rub out the line. Instead, focus on drawing a larger one. Build new memories, create new achievements, learn new skills, help more people, and become a stronger version of yourself. One day, when you look back, the old line will still be there, but it will no longer dominate the picture. Every Monday, I share a POSITIVE LIFE story. Srikanth Matrubai | ARN-51423 | AMFI Registered Mutual Fund Distributor Disclaimer: Investments are subject to market risk. Please read all documents carefully before investing. HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD. Srikanth Matrubai